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"
Forgive
me
,
mother
.
I
know
it
pains
you
to
talk
about
our
father
.
But
it
only
pains
you
because
you
loved
him
so
much
.
Do
n't
look
so
sad
.
I
am
as
happy
to-day
as
you
were
twenty
years
ago
.
Ah
!
let
me
be
happy
for
ever
!
"
"
My
child
,
you
are
far
too
young
to
think
of
falling
in
love
.
Besides
,
what
do
you
know
of
this
young
man
?
You
do
n't
even
know
his
name
.
The
whole
thing
is
most
inconvenient
,
and
really
,
when
James
is
going
away
to
Australia
,
and
I
have
so
much
to
think
of
,
I
must
say
that
you
should
have
shown
more
consideration
.
However
,
as
I
said
before
,
if
he
is
rich
...
.
"
"
Ah
!
Mother
,
mother
,
let
me
be
happy
!
"
Mrs.
Vane
glanced
at
her
,
and
with
one
of
those
false
theatrical
gestures
that
so
often
become
a
mode
of
second
nature
to
a
stage-player
,
clasped
her
in
her
arms
.
At
this
moment
the
door
opened
,
and
a
young
lad
with
rough
brown
hair
came
into
the
room
.
He
was
thick-set
of
figure
,
and
his
hands
and
feet
were
large
,
and
somewhat
clumsy
in
movement
.
He
was
not
so
finely
bred
as
his
sister
.
One
would
hardly
have
guessed
the
close
relationship
that
existed
between
them
.
Mrs.
Vane
fixed
her
eyes
on
him
,
and
intensified
the
smile
.
She
mentally
elevated
her
son
to
the
dignity
of
an
audience
.
She
felt
sure
that
the
tableau
was
interesting
.
"
You
might
keep
some
of
your
kisses
for
me
,
Sibyl
,
I
think
,
"
said
the
lad
,
with
a
good-natured
grumble
.
"
Ah
!
but
you
do
n't
like
being
kissed
,
Jim
,
"
she
cried
.
"
You
are
a
dreadful
old
bear
.
"
And
she
ran
across
the
room
and
hugged
him
.
James
Vane
looked
into
his
sister
's
face
with
tenderness
.
"
I
want
you
to
come
out
with
me
for
a
walk
,
Sibyl
.
I
do
n't
suppose
I
shall
ever
see
this
horrid
London
again
.
I
am
sure
I
do
n't
want
to
.
"
"
My
son
,
do
n't
say
such
dreadful
things
,
"
murmured
Mrs.
Vane
,
taking
up
a
tawdry
theatrical
dress
,
with
a
sigh
,
and
beginning
to
patch
it
.
She
felt
a
little
disappointed
that
he
had
not
joined
the
group
.
It
would
have
increased
the
theatrical
picturesqueness
of
the
situation
.
"
Why
not
,
mother
?
I
mean
it
.
"
"
You
pain
me
,
my
son
.
I
trust
you
will
return
from
Australia
in
a
position
of
affluence
.
I
believe
there
is
no
society
of
any
kind
in
the
Colonies
,
nothing
that
I
would
call
society
;
so
when
you
have
made
your
fortune
you
must
come
back
and
assert
yourself
in
London
.
"
