She, the helpful Helen, only weak in this one point--her only son.
"Something has been done.

I have already sent for Cardross.

He will be at the Castle to-morrow." Helen started.
"At the Castle, I said, not the Manse.

No, Helen, you shall not be compromised; you may be as severe as you like with your son.

But he is my son too"-- and a faint shade of color passed over the earl's withered cheeks--"my adopted son, and it is time that he should know it." "Do you mean to tell him--" "I mean to tell him all my intentions concerning him." "What! now ?" "Yes, now.