A few moments later she returned, followed by Adare and his wife.

Philip was startled by the look that came into Miriam's face as she fell on her knees beside the cradle.

She was ghastly white.

Dumbly Adare stood and gazed down on the little human mite he had grown to worship.

And then there came through his beard a great broken breath that was half a sob.
Josephine lay her cheek against his arm for a moment, and said: "You and Philip go to breakfast, Mon Pere.