"His professional name was Anthony."
"True—true. I remember it all. Yes—yes. The child was taken by a lady. I remember it perfectly. And you are the deserted wife, and the rich American is your husband?"
"No. I followed my husband from place to place; but I had to cross the Atlantic. I came up with him in a town in a Western State. When I found him, he got a divorce for incompatibility of temper. I lost both my husband and my child, and neither of them died."
"Oh! And then—then you came back to look for the boy?"
"No; I married John Haveril. It was before he made his money."
"And now you come to me for information about the child, who must be a man by this time?"
"I've never forgotten him, doctor. I never can forget him. Every day since then I have thought of him. I said, 'Now he's six; now he's ten; now he's twenty.' And I've tried to think of him as he grew up. Always—always I have had the boy in my mind."
"Yes; but surely—— Perhaps you had no more children?"
"No; never any more. And last spring I fell ill—very ill. I was——"