`Itisyourownson，Arthur，——or，Ifthatconsiderationhasnoweightwithyou，itismine；andyououghttorespectmyfeelings。’
`Well，don’tbecross；itwasonlyaslipofthetongue，’pleadedhe。`Thelittlefellowiswellenough，onlyIcan’tworshiphimasyoudo。’
`Youshallnursehimforme，asapunishment，’saidI，risingtoputmybabyinitsfather’sarms。
`No，don’t，Helen——don’t！’criedhe，inrealdisquietude。
`Iwill：you’lllovehimbetter，whenyoufeelthelittlecreatureinyourarms。’