She detected his emotion, and a faint smile parted her lips.
"I fear I bore it badly, Archibald; but let us be thankful that it is over.

How thankful, none can know, save those who have gone through it." "I think they can," he murmured.

"I never knew what thankfulness was until this day." "That the baby is safe ?" "That _you_ are safe, my darling; safe and spared to me, Isabel," he whispered, hiding his face upon hers.

"I never, until to-day, knew what prayer was--the prayer of a heart in its sore need." "Have you written to Lord Mount Severn ?" she asked after a while.
"This afternoon," he replied.
"Why did you give baby my name--Isabel ?" "Do you think I could have given it a prettier one?
I don't." "Why do you not bring a chair, and sit down by me ?" He smiled and shook his head.

"I wish I might.