“She is my wife,” said Leon.
At this Reginald was silent for some time. The joy that filled his heart at this discovery was so great that for a time it drove away those other thoughts, deep and dread, that had taken possession of him. But these thoughts soon returned.
“One thing more,” said he, in an anxious voice. “Leon, where is my mother?”
CHAPTER LIV. — THE SONS AND THEIR FATHER.
“Where is my mother?”
Such was Reginald's last question. He asked it as though Lady Dudleigh was only his mother, and not the mother of Leon also. But the circumstances of his past life had made his father and his brother seem like strangers, and his mother seemed all his own.
At this question Leon stared at him with a look of surprise that was evidently unfeigned.
“Your mother?” he repeated.