"A last straw!" His voice is a doleful whine, his manner obsequious to servility. "Ah, my child, I wanted to see you so much; your poor mother wanted to see you so much!" The woman throws back her veil with a gesture of fierce defiance, disclosing the face of Leslie Warburton pale and woe-stricken, but quite as lovely as when it shone upon Stanhope, surrounded by the halo of "Sunlight." "You hypocrite!" she exclaims scornfully. "Parents do not persecute their children as you and the woman you call my mother have persecuted me. You gave me to the Ulimans when I was but an infant,--that I know,--but the papers signed by you do not speak of me as _your child_. Besides, does human instinct go for nothing? If you were my father would I loathe these meetings? Would I shudder at your touch? Would my whole soul rise in rebellion against your persecutions?" Her eyes flash upon him and the red blood mounts to her cheeks. In the excitement of the moment she has forgotten her fear. Her voice rises clear and ringing; and Papa Francoise, thinking of two possible listeners concealed not far away, utters a low "sh-h-h-h!" "Not so loud, my child," he says in an undertone; "not so loud. Ah! you ungrateful girl, we wanted to see you rich and happy, and this is how you thank us," affecting profound grief. "These rich people have taught you to loathe your poor old father!" He sinks upon the stool as if in utter dejection, wipes away an imaginary tear, and then resumes, in the same guarded tone: "My dear child, when we gave you to the Ulimans we were very poor, and they were very rich,--a great deal richer than when they died, leaving you only a few thousands." "Which _you_ have already extorted from me! I have given you every dollar I possess and yet you live like beggars." "And we _are_ beggars, my child. Some unfortunate speculations have swept away all our little gains, and now--" "And now you want more money,--the old story. Listen: you have called me to-night from my husband's home, forced me to steal away from my guests like the veriest criminal, threatening to appear among them if I failed to come. At this moment you, who call yourself my father, stand there gloating and triumphant because of the power you hold over me. I knew you were capable of keeping your word, and rather than have my husband's home desecrated by such presence as yours, I am here. But I have come for the last time--" "No, my child, oh!--" But she pays no heed to his expostulations. "I have come _for the last time_!" she says with fierce decision. "I have come to tell you that from this moment I defy you!" "Softly, my dear; sh-h-h!" His face, in spite of his efforts to retain its benign expression, is growing vindictive and cruel. He comes toward her with slow cat-like movements.