That one radiant look would have told you how he loved his wife.
"You, Olivia ?" he cried, advancing.

"Surely this is a surprise! My dearest, is it quite prudent in you to leave your room ?" He took the slender, white-robed figure in his arms, and kissed her as tenderly as a bridegroom of a week might have done.

Lady Kingsland laughed a soft, tinkling little laugh.
"A month is quite long enough to be a prisoner, Jasper, even although a prisoner of state.

And on my boy's christening fete--the son and heir I have desired so long--ah, surely a weaker mother than I might essay to quit her room." The moody darkness, like a palpable frown, swept over the baronet's face again at her words.
"Is he dressed ?" he asked.
"He is dressed and asleep, and Lady Helen and Mr.Carlyon, his godmother and godfather, are hovering over the crib like twin guardian angels.

And Mildred sits _en grande tenue_ on her cricket, in a speechless trance of delight, and nurse rustles about in her new silk gown and white lace cap with an air of importance and self-complacency almost indescribable.