“Pink coral from Naples; I remember it! But what did they do with my child? How was she made the lovely creature we find her?”
“Laurence was a gentleman in his habits, and educated the girl well. He left me a letter, which you shall read. There can be no doubt that she is our child; Mrs. Laurence admits it, and no girl ever did her parents more honor.”
“And this policeman brought her up?”
“As his own child, with his own child; and no two young ladies could possess more refinement.”
“And I could look down upon them with scorn.”
“You did not know them. But now?”
“Now I have but one wish; for—for you have forgiven me, Herman?”
Mrs. Lambert held out both her hands; the passionate tenderness of girlhood swept over her face, as it fell upon his bosom, drawn there by the strong arms that she knew would enfold her evermore.
“Now let me see my child, and die of happiness,” she said, lifting her radiant face from his bosom.
“In less than an hour Eva shall be with you,” said Ross.