band, and insinuating even more than the truth against him.
Rachel had moved on, during our conversation, to some yards distance. He rode up to her, and asked to see the child. He took it carefully into his arms, looked upon it with an almost paternal smile, and I heard him say, as I approached—
"And this too, he has forsaken!"
He then tenderly kissed it, and restored it to the gratified nurse.
"Are you fond of children, Mr. Hargrave?" said I, a little softened towards him.
"Not in general," he replied; "but that is such a sweet child—and so like its mother," he added in a lower tone.
"You are mistaken there; it is its father it resembles."
"Am I not right, nurse?" said he, appealing to Rachel.
"I think, sir, there's a bit of both," she replied.
