It were after father's mother, Sylvia Steele.' 'I niver thought any name in a' the world so sweet and pretty as Sylvia,' said Philip, fondly; but she was too much absorbed in her own thoughts to notice either his manner or his words.
'There, yo'll not mind if it is Bella, because yo' see my mother is alive to be pleased by its being named after her, and Hester may be godmother, and I'll ha' t' dove-coloured silk as yo' gave me afore we were married made up into a cloak for it to go to church in.' 'I got it for thee,' said Philip, a little disappointed.

'It'll be too good for the baby.' 'Eh! but I'm so careless, I should be spilling something on it?
But if thou got it for me I cannot find i' my heart for t' wear it on baby, and I'll have it made into a christening gown for mysel'.

But I'll niver feel at my ease in it, for fear of spoiling it.' 'Well! an' if thou does spoil it, love, I'll get thee another.

I make account of riches only for thee; that I may be able to get thee whativer thou's a fancy for, for either thysel', or thy mother.' She lifted her pale face from her pillow, and put up her lips to kiss him for these words.
Perhaps on that day Philip reached the zenith of his life's happiness..