"Let's sit here and rest." "Yes; all right." "The man Lawrence whom you knew was not my father," continued Chester.
"That was my mother's maiden name.

I don't know--I never knew my father; and shall I say, I have no wish to know a man who could treat my mother and his child the way he did.

No; much as I have longed to know a father's love and care, I cannot but despise a man who becomes a father, then shirks from the responsibility which follows--who leaves the burden and the disgrace which follow parenthood outside the marriage relation to the poor woman alone.

Such baseness, such cowardice, such despicable littleness of soul!--do you wonder why I don't want to know my father ?" Well, he had done it.

Lucy's father knew the truth of his dishonorable beginning.