That night when she had got into her little bed, and only a dim light was burning, she said—
"Mamma, have men generally children before they are married?"
"No, dear, no," said Mrs Davilow. "Why do you ask such a question?" (But she began to think that she saw the why.)
"If it were so, I ought to know," said Gwendolen, with some indignation.
"You are thinking of what I said about Mr Deronda and Sir Hugo Mallinger. That is a very unusual case, dear."
"Does Lady Mallinger know?"
"She knows enough to satisfy her. That is quite clear, because Mr Deronda has lived with them."
"And people think no worse of him?"
"Well, of course he is under some disadvantage: it is not as if he were Lady Mallinger's son. He does not inherit the property, and he is not of any consequence in the world. But people are not obliged to know anything about his birth; you see, he is very well received."
"I wonder whether he knows about it; and whether he is angry with his father?"
"My dear child, why should you think of that?"
"Why?" said Gwendolen, impetuously, sitting
