But she saw an expression on his face that made her add,—
“You must respect your father, Richard—now you know him for your father.”
“I can't respect him, mother. He is not a good man. I can only love him.”
“You have no right to find fault with him. He was not to blame that I carried you away when your mother died! I was terrified at your stepmother!”
“I don't wonder at that, mother!—Ah, now I begin to understand it all!—But, mother, if my father had been a good man, I don't believe you would hare carried me away from him!”
“Very likely not, my boy—though he did make me that angry by calling you ugly! And I don't believe I should have taken you at all, if that woman hadn't sent me away for no reason but to have a nurse of her choosing. How could I leave my sister's child in the power of such a woman! Day and night, Richard, was I haunted with the sight of her cold face hanging over you. I was certain the devil might have his way with her when he chose: there was no love in her to prevent him. In my dreams I saw her giving you poison, or with a pen-knife in her hand, and her eyes shining like ice. I could not bear it. I should have gone mad to leave you there. I knew I was committing a crime in the eyes of the law; but I felt a stronger law compelling me; and I said to myself, 'I will be hanged for my child, rather than my child should be murdered! I will not leave him with that woman!' So I took you, Richard!”
“Thank you, mother, a thousand times! I am sure it was right, and every way best for me! Oh, how much I owe you and my—uncle! I must call you mother still, but I'm afraid I shall have to call my father uncle!”
“It won't hurt him, Richard; he has been a good uncle to you, but I don't think he would have taught you the things he did, if you had been his very own child!”
“He has done me no harm, mother,—nothing but good,” said Richard. “—And so you are my own mother's sister?”
“Yes, and a good mother she would have been to you! You must not think of her as a grim old woman like me! She was but six and twenty when you were born and she died! She was the most beautiful woman I ever saw, Richard!—Never another woman's hand has touched your body but hers and mine, Richard!”