“We shall hear, for it is you who shall tell me.”
And with a wave of the hand he began anew to plunge her into the mesmeric sleep.
She uttered a sigh and fell off into repose.
“Am I to put forth all my will power or will you answer voluntarily?” asked Gilbert when she was under control.
“Will you tell the boy again that I am not his mother?”
“That depends. Do you love him?”
“Then you are his mother as I am his father, for it is thus I love him. Loving him, you shall see him again. When did you part from the boy?”
“About half an hour ago, when Count Charny called. I had pushed him into this room.”
“What were his last words?”