"You recollect the lady who came here yesterday," she continued. "Victor, looking far back into the past, have you no recollection of some one, fair and young, who used to bend over you at night, hear you say your baby prayers, and sing you to sleep? Try and think."
He bent his head in assent.
"I remember," he answered.
"Do you recall how she looked—has her face remained in your memory?"
"She had dark eyes and hair, and was handsome. I remember no more."
She looked at him wistfully.
"Victor, have you no idea who that woman was—none?"
"None," he replied coldly. "How could I, since she was not my mother.
I never heard her name. Who was she?"
"She was the lady you saw yesterday."
"Who was the lady I saw yesterday?"