I have endured seeing him put another woman in my place.

I have kept silence for years; but when he asks the right name of the child shot down in the museum, and asks it in a way which compels answer, then I must make known my rightful claims.

For that child was not only mine, but _his_; born after he left me, and reared without his knowledge, first in this country and then in France." And breaking down now utterly, she fell on her knees sobbing out her soul at the feet of him from whose honor she had torn the last poor, pitiful shred.
As for him, he said nothing; even his lips refused the smallest cry.

Only his hand which had hung at his side went to his heart; and thus he stood swaying--swaying, till he finally fell forward into the arms she suddenly threw out to receive him.
"Carleton! Carleton!" she wailed, searching for consciousness in his fast glazing eye.

"It was to show you your child that I made the appointment at the museum.