It was partly pity for your mother, who began to droop at once.

It was partly that I might keep my wound bleeding for my soul's salvation; and partly--I see it now, but I could not then--because I believed, as before God I do now believe, that in his secret heart I was the woman your father loved, and I could not give him up.
"Your mother's lover wrote to me at once, I discovered afterward, but his letters were intercepted, for your grandfather was a shrewd, resolute man.

Then he came to Pinewood, but he was not allowed to see your mother.
The poor boy was frantic; but before he could effect any thing your mother was the wife of Colonel Wayne.

Then, in the same ship in which he had come from India, he returned; and after he was gone all his letters were given to me.

I wrote to him at once.