The mother turned her face from the carriage not wishing to be seen by strangers, little dreaming that the chaise contained Henry and his wife.

The child, however, watched the chaise, and startled her mother by screaming out at the top of her voice, "Papa! papa!" and clapped her little hands for joy.

The mother turned in haste to look at the strangers, and her eyes encountered those of Henry's pale and dejected countenance.

Gertrude's eyes were on the child.

The swiftness with which Henry drove by could not hide from his wife the striking resemblance of the child to himself.