son, and he is yours. Wait! Don’t take me in your arms.” She placed her hands on his breast and held him from her.

“So it was just now — when you spoke as if people would understand me better because of that little silver pot, showing I had somewhere in the past a name and a family like theirs over there — I thought of ‘Vanity Fair,’ and I hated it. I wish you had never seen it. There is, nor has been, nothing on earth to make me possible for you, now — your inheritance has come to you. I have a pride, too, David, a different kind of pride from theirs. You loved me first, I know, as I was — just me. It was a foolish love for you to have, David dear, — but I know it is true; you could not have given yourself to save me else, and I like to keep that thought of you