You would conceal this disgrace from the world.

You shall have your wish--upon one condition." "What is it, sir ?" she asked, rising, but trembling with terror, as she stood with drooping arms and widely opened eyes.
The old man looked at her for an instant, and then said slowly, "That this impostor, who so long has falsely borne my name, has wrongfully squandered my money, and unlawfully eaten my bread, shall pack! That he abandon for ever the name he has usurped, keep himself from my sight, and never set foot again in house of mine." "You would not part me from my only son!" cried the wretched woman.
"Take him with you to his father then." Richard Devine gently loosed the arms that again clung around his neck, kissed the pale face, and turned his own--scarcely less pale--towards the old man.
"I owe you no duty," he said.

"You have always hated and reviled me.
When by your violence you drove me from your house, you set spies to watch me in the life I had chosen.

I have nothing in common with you.
I have long felt it.

Now when I learn for the first time whose son I really am, I rejoice to think that I have less to thank you for than I once believed.