Will you come up now ?" and he put his hand under his father's arm.
James obediently and tremulously raised himself, and together they went slowly across the room, which had a rich look in the firelight, and out to the stairs.

Very slowly they ascended.
"Good-night, my boy," said James at his bedroom door.
"Good-night, father," answered Soames.

His hand stroked down the sleeve beneath the shawl; it seemed to have almost nothing in it, so thin was the arm.

And, turning away from the light in the opening doorway, he went up the extra flight to his own bedroom.
'I want a son,' he thought, sitting on the edge of his bed; 'I want a son.'.