The baronet paused in his stride and turned his bloodshot eyes that way.

His very voice was hollow and unnatural as he said: "Come in." A servant entered--the same who had gone his errand.
"The Reverend Cyrus Green is here, sir.

Shall I show him up ?" "Yes--no--I cannot see him.

Show him into the drawing-room until he is needed." "He will not be needed," said a voice at his elbow, and Doctor Parker Godroy came briskly forward.

"My dear Sir Jasper, allow me to congratulate you! All is well, thank Heaven, and--it is a son!" Sir Jasper Kingsland sunk into a seat, thrilling from head to foot, turning sick and faint in the sudden revulsion from despair to hope.
"Saved ?" he said, in a gasping whisper.