caused merely by his interest in her, had been increased by her anxiety when she had recognized his likeness to his father. It had become still deeper and now more definite; he did not realize this, but her manner terrified him with suspicion that she certainly now knew who he was. She had her hat on, he noted, and the kind of dress which women wear upon the street; she had come then from outside, and she was breathing quickly as though she had come on foot. He recalled the half hour he had waited in the room below. Had he been kept there while she had been sent for?
"That is all, Burtin," she said to the servant.
He drew back from her, but she came toward him impulsively, when the servant had gone out, and took his small, dirty hands and seated herself holding him in front of her.
"Where have you been?" she asked, looking eagerly in his eyes.
He looked up at her without answer. The feelings she excited in him were deepened by his anxiety as to how much she knew. She drew him against her knee. A faint sweetness came
