Bertie heaved a sigh, like a child just awaking from sleep. The long eyelashes began to tremble upon the white cheek.
Dr. Lighton himself drew back then to where he could not be seen.
“Speak to him,” he said to the mother, in low tones.
Mrs. Arbuthnot bent over her child.
“Ronald?” she said; “my little Ronald!”
The child’s eyes flashed open in an instant and fastened upon her face. A curious struggle seemed to go on within him. His great dilated eyes were full of an intense bewilderment and wonder. A sort of light seemed breaking in upon him, scattering shadows and dazzling him with its sudden vivid brightness. It was some seconds before he seemed able to speak, and then the word that passed his lips came almost like a cry, hoarse and choked, yet full of bewildered joy.
“Mother! Mother!”
CHAPTER XXII.
THE NAME FOUND.
