And, as I do not choose you to be insulted,
nor to think yourself insulted, I forbid you ever to recur to this
subject."
"I will obey, Charles; but let me say one word first. When I was alone
in London, and hardly sensible, might not this child have been imposed
upon me and you? I'm sure he was."
"By whom?"
"How can I tell? I was alone--that woman in the house had a bad
face--the gypsies do these things, I've heard."
"The gypsies! And why not the fairies?" said Sir Charles,
contemptuously. "Is that all you have to suggest--before we close the
subject forever?"
"Yes," said Lady Bassett sorrowfully. "I see you take me for a
mad-woman; but time will show. Oh that I could persuade you to detach
your affections from that boy--he will break your heart else--and rest
them on the children that resemble us in mind and features."
"These partialities are allowed to mothers; but a father must be just.
Reginald is my first-born; he came to me from Heaven at a time when I
was under a bitter trial, and from the day he was born till this day I
have been a happy man. It is not often a father owes so much to a son
as I do to my darling boy. He is dear to my heart in spite of his
faults; and now I pity him, as well as love him, since it seems he has
only one parent, poor little fellow!"
Lady Bassett opened her mouth to reply, but could not.
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