"Your little girl is very ill.

She must be kept very quiet, and on no account excited." Beatrice and Antony took it in turns to watch by Wonder's bed that night, and once while Beatrice was watching, Antony found time to steal up the wood with his prayer to Silencieux.
Never had she looked more mask-like, more lifeless.
"Silencieux," he cried, "I wickedly brought you my little child.

O give her back to me again! I cannot bear it.

I cannot give her to you, Silencieux.

Take me, if you will.