"I'm going to clear out for a few days.

You'd like the kid to yourself at first.

Then I'll come back and share the rooms if you like." "Oh, no; it'll be all right," said Sir Tancred, and he hurried Selina from the room to the lift, from the lift to a cab.
They were no sooner settled in it, and the driver was getting quickly through the traffic under the stimulus of a promise of treble his fare, than Sir Tancred turned to Selina, and said quickly: "What do you mean by saying that I would not let the child be treated as he is?
How's he treated ?" "I mean that he's starved and beaten, that's what I mean, sir," said Selina.

"Just what I said in my letters." "But I was told he was in the hands of respectable people." "Respectable!" exclaimed Selina: "but I told you in my letters all about them, sir." "When did you write to me ?" said Sir Tancred.
"First when Miss Pamela died; and then when Mr.Vane died,"-- Sir Tancred saw how his stepmother had obtained the information which enabled her to get possession of the child,--"and three times since October." "Since October!" cried Sir Tancred; he had never dreamed that the suppression of his letters had continued after his recovery.
"I only found the boy in October," said Selina.
"Look here," said Sir Tancred, "you'd better tell me the whole story from the beginning.

I didn't get your letters." "You didn't get them ?" said Selina, and her face cleared.