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Life had given to her more of its realities than of its shams ; and it is the realities that mark the passage of the years , and number for us the throbs in the great heart of time . Lady Locke knew that she felt much older than Lord Reggie would feel when he was twenty-eight , if he went on living at least as he was living now . `` Has he a mother ? '' she asked her cousin , Betty Windsor , one day as they were driving slowly down the long line of staring faces that filled the Park at five o'clock on warm afternoons in summer . Mrs. Windsor , who was almost lost in the passion of the gazer , and who was bowing about twice a minute to passing acquaintances , or to friends rigid upon tiny green chairs , gave a quarter of her mind violently to her companion , and answered hurriedly -- `` Two , dear , practically . '' `` Yes . His own mother divorced his father , and the latter has married again .