Not much--he was too self-sufficient, too resourceful; and yet he worried, conjuring up thoughts of death and the end of their present state.

Then word came, after certain piercing, harrowing cries, that all was well, and he was permitted to look at the new arrival.

The experience broadened his conception of things, made him more solid in his judgment of life.

That old conviction of tragedy underlying the surface of things, like wood under its veneer, was emphasized.

Little Frank, and later Lillian, blue-eyed and golden-haired, touched his imagination for a while.