He found her resting on her sofa, with no light in the room but the moonlight which fell on her face. He came in, and stood by her silently, more uncomfortable than he had ever been in his life.
"Do not be afraid of me," she said, with a tenderness which was the more gracious, considering the blow she had just received through him.
"I am not afraid," he said, trying to put a brave face upon it. "What do you wish to say to me?"
"You have no mother, have you, dear?"
"No," said the boy, shortly.
"She is in heaven, is she not, Frank?"
"I suppose so," he answered. "My father always says so."
"You would like to meet her again some day, dear?"
There was a pause. Frank stood with his face in the dark, and Mrs. Arundel looked in vain; for she could not see it.
"I should like my boy to meet me," she said; "and I am thinking of your mother, Frank."