Bram Stoker,
The Lady of the Shroud — Book I: The Will of Roger Melton
(1909)
“ But I could feel like a father to you. Nothing could prevent that or interfere with it, for I would keep it as my secret in the very holy of holies of my heart, where had been for thirty years the image of a sweet little child--your mother. My boy, when in your future life you shall have happiness and honour and power, I hope you will sometimes give a thought to the lonely old man whose later years your very existence seemed to brighten.The thought of your mother recalled me to my duty. I had undertaken for her a sacred task: to carry out her wishes regarding her son. ”
