"Why? Why?"
Celia had deserted him, but the Boy!
"I was looking for my mother," sobbed the child in answer, safe in the tender hollow of his arm.
After a moment's hesitation:
"Mother will come to you some day," Seth breathed over him. "Won't Cyclona and father do till then?"
And in the close clasp of the longing man the child felt the unmistakable throb of paternity penetrate his heart and was satisfied.