"I had dreamed of becoming a great singer; but I learned that a voice
alone does not make a great singer. I needed years of study, and
this would necessitate the expenditure of large sums of money. I had
grown heart-sick and disgusted with the annoyances and vulgarity I
was subjected to in my position. When you were four years old a good
man offered me a good home as his wife. It was the first honest love
I had encountered, while scores of men had made a pretence of loving
me during these years.
"I was hungering for a home where I could claim you and have the joy
of your daily companionship instead of brief glimpses of you at the
intervals of months. My voice, never properly trained, was beginning
to break. I resolved to put Mr Irving to a test; I would tell him
the true story of your birth, and if he still wished me to be his
wife, I would marry him.
"I carried out my resolve, and we were married the day after he had
heard my story. I lived a peaceful and even happy life with Mr
Irving. He was devoted to you, and never by look, word or act,
seemed to remember my past. I, too, at times almost forgot it, so
strange a thing is the human heart under the influence of time.
Imagine, then, the shock of remembrance and the tidal wave of
memories which swept over me when in the lady you brought to call
upon me I recognised--the Baroness.
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