“That your name is Jonas. She evidently knows it. I could see that in her eyes.”
“She must have heard you calling me so. I've told you more than once, ma, that you must never call me anything but Philip.”
“It is hard to have to keep silent always, never to speak to you as my own boy. I begin to think it is a dear price to pay, Jonas.”
“There you go again, mother!” said Jonas, peevishly.
His mother had seated herself and spoke despondently.
“I am afraid it will all come out some day,” she said.
“It will if you don't take better care, ma. I tell you, it would be the best thing for you to go away. Mr. Granville will give you a good income. If I was left alone, there'd be no fear of its leaking out.”
“Oh, Jonas! would you really have me leave you? Would you really have me live by myself, separated from my only child?”
Cold as she was, her heart was keenly wounded, for, looking at the boy, she saw that he was in earnest, and that he would prefer to have her go, since thereby he would be safer in the position he had usurped.