40/92 There's the other children--" Then Morel came again and crouched before the bedroom fire. He loved a fire dearly. The boy began to get feverish with irritation. His father's presence seemed to aggravate all his sick impatience. At last Morel, after having stood looking at his son awhile, said softly: "Good-night, my darling." "Good-night," Paul replied, turning round in relief to be alone. |