Not that he cared to whom his daughter turned, or from whom turned away.

The swift sharp agony struck through him, as he thought of what his son might do.
His son cried lustily that night, at all events.

Sooth to say, poor Paul had better reason for his tears than sons of that age often have, for he had lost his second mother--his first, so far as he knew--by a stroke as sudden as that natural affliction which had darkened the beginning of his life.

At the same blow, his sister too, who cried herself to sleep so mournfully, had lost as good and true a friend.

But that is quite beside the question.