He remembered distinctly his father's actions how he had even called him "son," which he had thought at the time was for Lucy's sake.

Knowing him and Lucy to be brother and sister, why had he permitted them to form ties such as had been formed?
Was it a plot on his father's part to again bring misery to human souls, to make to suffer those that were of his own flesh and blood?
No, no; that was impossible.

Surely he was not that kind of man.
More clearly now the panorama of his life came before him.

Where was the Lord in all this?
He had thought the Lord had led his steps wonderfully to so meet one who made his life supremely happy--but now--the darkness and the despair of soul came again--was this not a hideous nightmare?
The day would bring light and peace.
Towards morning, Chester dozed fitfully, and at last when he awoke the day was well advanced.

He and Uncle Gilbert had been in the park--uncle in reality now.