I remained with her, and have had charge of little Master Rupert ever since." He asked fifty other questions; they were answered with equal clearness and precision.
"Let us see the child," said Sir John, impatiently.
She went into the next room and brought out a lovely little boy.

He was asleep, but at the sound of strange voices opened his eyes.
"Mamma!" he cried when he saw Coralie, and she took him in her arms.
Sir John looked earnestly at him.
"There is no mistake," he said; "we want no further evidence.

I can tell by his face this is poor Miles' son." He was a lovely, bright-eyed boy; he had Coralie's golden-brown hair, which fell in thick ringlets down his pretty neck.
"But it is Miles' face," Sir John repeated, and we did not doubt him.
"There remains but one thing more to make the whole evidence complete.
We must see the registration of the birth of the child, and it would be better to see the doctor who attended you, madam." We did both on the following day.

The registration of the child's birth was right, perfect and without a flaw.
The doctor, a highly respectable medical practitioner, offered us his evidence on oath.
There was nothing left, then, but to return to Crown Anstey and give up possession.
I loved the little boy.

It was too absurd to feel any enmity against him.