The inner circle, you know." "The--inner--circle--" echoed his father.

"Warmth--light--love--Now--I think--I'll sleep--Good night--Barry--Oh--my boy,--you--don't quite--know--Kiss me--Barry--" Barry kissed him on the lips.
"So--Good--night--" A deep breath he took; another--Barry waited for the next, but there was not another.
He laid his father down and looked into his quiet face, touched even now with the noble stateliness of death.

He put his arms about the unresponsive form, and his face to the cheek still warm.
"Dad, oh, dad," he whispered.

"Do you know--do you know--Oh, God, tell him how I love him.

Tell him! Tell him! I never could." The little V.A.D.came softly and stood looking from a distance.