"Then I do not bear my father's name?"
"No."
"But only my poor mother's?"
"Yes."
"Oh, Heaven! how is that?"
"Because you have no legal right to your father's; because the only name to which you have any legal right is your poor, wronged mother's!"
With a groan that seemed to rend body and soul asunder, Ishmael threw himself upon his mother's grave.
"You said she was an angel! And I know that she was!" he cried, as soon as he had recovered the power of speech.
"I said truly, and you know the truth!" wept Hannah.
"How, then, is it, that I, her son, cannot bear my father's name?"