Or would he perhaps claim the child and take him from his mother? He _could_ do so. The law would give him Lenny, though it should break the mother’s heart. Would he avail himself of this law to tear her child from her arms? No, never! she thought; badly as he had treated her while he had been maddened by the passions of pride and ambition, he would never while in his sober senses—never in cold blood deal her such a cruel blow. True he had once, in bitterly cruel terms, denounced and renounced her forever; but she thought of his words whenever they forced themselves upon her memory, only as the ravings of frenzied anger; she knew that they would never have been carried out to extremity. Alexander had told her that she might starve, but she felt in her heart that he would never even have let her want! And now she felt sure that, however he might learn to love his little Lenny,—however he might desire to possess him, he would never attempt to take him away from her. No, she was sure that he would rather let little Lenny lead him back to her. Her hopes arose, her heart beat quickly at the thought. Did she then feel no jealous pain at the idea of being reunited to her husband only through his natural affection for his child? Not the least. She loved both too purely for such jealousy. On the contrary, she felt that it would be sweet to be indebted to little Lenny for a reconciliation with his father. And she knew, besides, that once reconciled to Alick by _any_ means, and especially by this means, she could WIN HER WAY to his heart, and gain a firmer hold there than she had ever possessed before. Then her thoughts reverted to his new title: “Lord Killcrichtoun—Baron Killcrichtoun of Killcrichtoun.” From what she had read she knew that it was an almost barren title, no wealth coming with it,—only an old ruin, and a few wretched huts in the wildest part of the Highlands appertaining to it. But in his pride of race he had claimed the title, and no doubt had gone to great expense to prove his right to it, and he would probably remain in England to enjoy it, since in America it would only make him ridiculous. She herself was strongly attached to her native country with its bright sunshine, its vast forests and its high mountains. All her friends and all her fortunes were there, yet she would gladly expatriate herself to live “anywhere, anywhere” under the sun, with her Alick. While she mused, General Lyon, Anna, and Dick came in, ready for their drive. Dick said that the fly was waiting. So, after charging Pina to be very careful of little Lenny, Drusilla followed her party down-stairs and into the carriage, and they started—to go first as in duty bound to leave their cards at the American Embassy, and then to leave their letters of introduction with the people for whom they were intended.