I am glad that it was you she met, Philip.

You were of the North--a foster-child, if not born there." That day was one of gloom in Adare House.

The baby's fever grew steadily worse, until in Josephine's eyes Philip read the terrible fear.

He remained mostly with Adare in the big room.

The lamps were lighted, and Adare had just risen from his chair, when Miriam came through the door.