Joyce, her pale face working with emotion, came into the room, carrying what looked like a bundle of flannel.

Little cared Mr.Carlyle for the bundle, in comparison with his care for his wife.
"Joyce," he whispered, "is it well still ?" "I believe so, sir." The services commenced.

The clergyman took the child.

"What name ?" he asked.
Mr.Carlyle had never thought about the name.

But he replied, pretty promptly.
"William;" for he knew it was a name revered and loved by Lady Isabel.
The minister dipped his fingers in the water.