Adoption -- Fiction; England -- Fiction; Social classes -- England -- Fiction
LONDON
CHATTO & WINDUS
1899
PRINTED BY
WILLIAM CLOWES AND SONS, LIMITED,
LONDON AND BECCLES.
CONTENTS.
CHAPTER PAGE
I. WAS IT SUBSTITUTION? 1
II. THE ONLY WITNESS GONE 15
III. THE THREE COUSINS 23
IV. THE CONSULTING-ROOM 46
V. GUEST NIGHT 57
VI. THE OLD LOVER 73
VII. THE MASTER OF THE SITUATION 84
VIII. THE COUSINS 92
IX. ONE MORE 110
X. COUSIN ALFRED'S SECRET 116
XI. THE DOCTOR'S DINNER 126
XII. THE OTHER CHILD OF DESERTION 143
XIII. A MIDNIGHT WALK 157
XIV. THE FIRST MOVE 169
XV. TWO JUMPS AND A CONCLUSION 185
XVI. A WRETCH 199
XVII. THE SECOND BLOW 210
XVIII. A GRACIOUS LADY 222
XIX. A CABINET COUNCIL 241
XX. JOHN HAVERIL CLEARS UP THINGS 253
XXI. "TO BE OFF WITH THE OLD LOVE" 265
XXII. THE CLAN AGAIN 276
XXIII. ONE MORE ATTEMPT 290
XXIV. A HORRID NIGHT 300
XXV. THE FIRST MOTHER 313
XXVI. THE SECOND MOTHER 322
CHAPTER THE LAST. FORGIVENESS 336
THE CHANGELING.
CHAPTER I.
WAS IT SUBSTITUTION?
"Pray be seated, madam." The doctor offered his visitor a chair.
Then he closed the door, with perhaps a more marked manner than one
generally displays in this simple operation. "I am happy to inform
you," he began, "that the arrangements--the arrangements," he repeated
with meaning, "are now completed."
The lady was quite young--not more than twenty-two or so--a handsome
woman, a woman of distinction. Her face was full of sadness; her
eyes were full of trouble; her lips trembled; her fingers nervously
clutched the arms of the chair. When the doctor mentioned the
arrangements, her cheek flushed and then paled. In a word, she
betrayed every external sign of terror, sorrow, and anxiety.
"And when can I leave this place?"
"This day: as soon as you please."
"The woman made no objections?"
"None. You can have the child."
"I have told you my reasons for wishing to adopt this child"--he had
never asked her reasons, yet at every interview she repeated them:
"my own boy is dead. He is dead." There was a world of trouble in the
repetition of the word.
The doctor bowed coldly. "Your reasons, madam," he said, "are
sufficient for yourself. I have followed your instructions without
asking for your reasons. That is to say, I have found the kind of
child you want: light hair and blue eyes, apparently sound and
healthy; at all events, the child of a sound and healthy mother. As
for your reasons, I do not inquire."
"I thought you might like----"
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