"But not getting any answer to my letters, I went down to Beauleigh Court yesterday on the chance of getting a word with you; for I knew you'd be bound to be there, seeing as it was your coming of age.
But I didn't get a chance, and came back to London by the last train, not knowing as you was in it, till I came out of Victoria, and saw you getting into a cab and heard you tell the cabman to drive here.

And I made up my mind to come and see you here, though I know it's a liberty I'm taking.

But I can't help it,"-- and her voice suddenly grew fierce,--"it's about the boy." "The boy! My boy!" cried Sir Tancred.
"Yes, sir.

You see I was his nurse from the first.

Poor Miss Pamela--I mean Lady Beauleigh, sir--gave him to me to take care of before she died--leastways, she didn't give him to me, she was too weak, poor dear; but she told me to take care of him, as I wrote to you, sir." "As you wrote?
Yes; go on." "And I did take care of him till Mr.Vane died.