If he asks--tell him that we named the baby after him." With a swift glance in her father's direction she whispered still lower: "He knows nothing about you, so you may tell him the truth about yourself--except that you met me in Montreal eighteen months ago, and married me there." With this warning she was gone.

From the curtains Philip heard a deep breath.

When he came to the other's side John Adare stood staring down upon the sleeping baby.
"I came in like a monster and didn't wake 'im," he was whispering to himself.

"The little beggar!" He reached out a great hand behind him, gropingly, and it touched a chair.

He drew it to him, still keeping his eyes on the baby, and sat down, his huge, bent shoulders doubled over the edge of the bed, his hands hovering hesitatingly over the counterpane.