_A BABY_ had come, but he was not welcome.

Could anything be sadder?
The young mother lay with her white face to the wall, still as death.

A woman opened the chamber door noiselessly and came in, the faint rustle of her garments disturbing the quiet air.
A quick, eager turning of the head, a look half anxious, half fearful, and then the almost breathless question, "Where is my baby ?" "Never mind about the baby," was answered, almost coldly; "he's well enough.

I'm more concerned about you." "Have you sent word to George ?" "George can't see you.

I've said that before." "Oh, mother! I must see my husband." "Husband!" The tone of bitter contempt with which the word was uttered struck the daughter like a blow.