CHAPTER VII.
A MOTHER'S AFFECTION.
In one bedazzled moment we review a whole night of darkness.

A luxury brings with it the memory of a privation.

The first glimpse of those drawing-rooms, gleaming with white and warm with gold, were seen against a black cloud, and that cloud was the past.

The wanderer was startled; there was nothing now to turn aside the full shock of his responsibilities.

He felt the enormity of his pretense, and he began again to pick at his motive.