“Yes, yes, my wife,” was all he said, his eyes on hers, but he did not move.

“I want you to see our little son, David.” A strange pang shot through his heart. Still he stood, holding her and marvelling at himself. What! Was it that this young usurper had stolen into his place?

“Love is selfish, dear. Let me recover from one joy before you overwhelm me with another. First, I must have my own, and know that it is all mine.”

“I don’t understand, David. I can’t wait. Oh! David — David!”

“You turn my name to music with your tones lingering over it. I had forgotten how sweet it was.”

“But I don’t understand, David. Come and see him.”