We shall be like Him our Father, not only to beget, but to _father_ a race! Think of that! Did you ever think of that?
No, of course not--and I--musn't--I who--have never yet made a beginning--how can I expect"-- The head fell back on the pillow as Uncle Gilbert quickly came to his brother's side.

The minister's face was pale, his eyes were closed for a moment.

Then he opened them, sat upright, ran his hand over his face, and smiled at his brother.
"Don't be alarmed," he said, "it was nothing.

I'm all right." He walked about while the maid came in and set the table for dinner.

The minister linked his arm into his brother's.