He did not pause at the door from which, when he last stood there, he had been so cruelly rejected, but went in, almost holding his breath, bewildered, uncertain, but half realizing the truth of what was transpiring, like one in a dream.
"Wait here," said Mr.Dinneford, and he left him in the parlor and ran up stairs to find Edith.
George Granger had scarcely time to recognize the objects around him, when a carriage stopped at the door, and in a moment afterward the bell rang violently.
The image that next met his eyes was that of Edith standing in the parlor door with a child all bundled up in bed-clothing held closely in her arms.

Her face was trembling with excitement.

He started forward on seeing her with an impulse of love and joy that he could not restrain.
She saw him, and reading his soul in his eyes, moved to meet him.
"Oh, George, and you too!" she exclaimed.

"My baby and my husband, all at once! It is too much.

I cannot bear if all!" Granger caught her in his arms as she threw herself upon him and laid the child against his breast.
"Yours and mine," she sobbed.