In fact, nothing is of consequence.

See, this is the baby of Jeanne! She has asked me to come.

Why, then, should I delay ?" Whether it were tears or smiles which he saw upon her face Carlisle never could determine.

Whether it were physical unrest or mental emotion, he did not know, but certainly it was that the letter of the agent remained upon the table untouched between them while Josephine St.Auban pressed to her lips the letter from Jeanne, her maid.
"Why, I have not failed at all!" said she.

"Have I not cared for and brought up this Jeanne, and is there not a baby of Jeanne, a baby whom she has named for me ?" Carlisle, mute and unnoticed, indeed, as he felt almost forgotten, was relieved when there came a knock at the door.