"Your grandfather had an idea you might be--perhaps a bit excited." "No--not a bit.

We've had a fine morning chatting over some of the primitive religions, haven't we, old man ?" and he smiled affectionately up to his grandfather.

"Hello, Nance, come and sit by me." The girl had paused in the doorway while he spoke, and came now to take his hand, after a look of inquiry at the two men.

The latter withdrew, the eyes of the old man sadly beseeching the eyes of the physician for some definite sign of hope.
Inside, the sufferer lay holding a hand of Nancy between his cheek and the pillow--with intervals of silence and blithe speech.

His disordered mind, it appeared, was still pursuing its unfortunate tangent.
"The first ideas are all funny, aren't they, Nance?
Genesis in that Christian mythology we were discussing isn't the only funny one.