Can you remember such a thing, Ma Cheri ?" "It--it is the baby," gasped Josephine, backing from the light to hide the wild rush of blood to her face.

"Philip cannot sleep," she finished desperately.
"Then I disapprove of his nerves," rejoined her father.

"Good-night, Philip, my boy!" "Good-night!" said Philip.
He was looking at Adare's wife as they moved away.

In the dim light of the hall a strange look had come into her face at her husband's jesting words.

Was it the effect of the shadows, or had he seen her start--almost as if for an instant she had been threatened by a blow?
Was it imagination, or had he in that same instant caught a sudden look of alarm, of terror, in her eyes?
Josephine had told him that her mother knew nothing of the tragedy of the child's birth.