"Your daughter's child is innocent," pleaded Cornelius.
"She is her father's child,—and his image, too; but no matter! I believe you are on your way to town, Sir?"
"Yes, Sir, I am."
"And you called—?"
"To leave the child: such was my errand."
"Your errand is fulfilled, Sir; you may leave the child; I shall provide for her."
"The late Doctor Burns has left some property—"
"I will have nothing to do with the property of the late Doctor Burns."
Mr. Thornton was anything but gracious, now; but, without heeding this.
Cornelius turned to me; he laid his hand on my head:
"Good bye! child," he said in a moved tone, "God bless you!"