"You do him justice!" said Mrs. Woodcourt, pressing my hand. "You define him exactly. Allan is a dear fellow, and in his profession faultless. I say it, though I am his mother. Still, I must confess he is not without faults, love."

"You do him justice!" said Mrs. Woodcourt, pressing my hand. "Allan is a dear fellow, and in his profession faultless. Still, I must confess he is not without faults."
