Note 23 — Chapter Fifteen

... once I remember hearing Phil make a slurring reference to what he called the stocking National Bank of old Rebba, which was supposed to have helped retrieve the Milliken fortunes. He was sternly rebuked by my father. In all the years of stress and strain which were to follow this catastrophe, no member of our family was permitted to refer at all, much less slightingly, to Mark Milliken. If my mother rankled when she heard of the twenty-room house in Toronto, she rankled silently. If my father owed the twist that had come into his face since reverses due to the betrayal of a friend, he bore it silently. Probably out of deference to Emma and Morton, who were to come in for bitter times. And just as probably out of the fine, high pride that was part of Father’s many-sided, but always inviolate personality.