But--your mother remained silent.

And her answer to my letters was to have you christened under the name you bear to-day, Philip Ormond Berkley.

And then, to force matters, I made her status clear to her.

Maybe--I don't know--but my punishment of her may have driven her to a hatred of me--a desperation that accepted everything--even _you_!" Berkley lifted a countenance from which every vestige of colour had fled.
"Why did you tell me this ?" "Because I believe that there is every chance--that you may be legally entitled to my name.

Since I have known who you are, I--I _have_ had you watched.