Have you seen the baby?
It is a boy." "My own, I have thought only of you.

My poor pale wife, how awfully death-like you look!" "But I am not going to die--Doctor Godroy says so," smiling gently.
"And now you must go, for I cannot talk.

Only kiss me first, and look at the baby." Her voice was the merest whisper.

He pressed his lips passionately to the white face and rose up.

Nurse and baby sat in state by the fire, and a slender girl of fifteen years knelt beside them, and gazed in a sort of rapture at the infant prodigy.
"Look, papa--look?
The loveliest little thing, and nurse says the very picture of you!" Not very lovely, certainly; but Sir Jasper Kingsland's eyes lighted with pride and joy as he looked.