"Oh Father! if I only knew that your blessing..." "The Faith, the Faith," interrupted the Mukaukas in a broken voice.
"I will be true to my own!" cried Orion, raising his father's hand to his lips.

"But think, picture to yourself, how Paula and I would reign in this house, and how another generation would grow up in it worthy of the great Mukaukas and his ancestors!" "I see it, I see it," murmured the sick man sinking back on his pillows, unconscious.
Philippus was immediately called in, and, with him, little Mary came weeping into the room.

The physician's efforts to revive the sufferer were presently successful; again the sick man opened his eyes, and spoke more distinctly and loudly than before: "There is a perfume of musk.

It is the fragrance that heralds the Angel of Death." After this he lay still and silent for a long time.

His eyes were closed, but his brows were knit and showed that he was thinking with a painful effort.