You know why.

But he's looked after by me, and d----d well looked after, too." She hesitated, composed her face with an effort, parted her lips, and looked out of the window into the gathering darkness.

Then after a moment she said slowly, yet with a certain precision:-- "And his mother?
Do you ever talk to him of HER?
Does--does he ever speak of ME ?" "What do you think ?" he said comfortably, changing his position in the chair, and trying to read her face in the shadow.

"Come, now.

You don't know, eh?
Well--no! NO! You understand.