“May I?” the baronet cried, starting to his feet.

“Certainly, my dear Sir Jasper—­most certainly.  There is nothing in the world to hinder—­only be a little cautious, you know.  Our good lady must be kept composed and quiet, and left to sleep; and you will just take one peep and go.  We won’t need the Reverend Cyrus.”

He led the way from the library, rubbing his hands as your brisk little physicians do, up a grand stair-way where you might have driven a coach and four, and into a lofty and most magnificently furnished bed-chamber.

“Quiet, now—­quiet,” the doctor whispered, warningly.  “Excite her, and I won’t be answerable for the result.”

Sir Jasper Kingsland replied with a rapid gesture, and walked forward to the bed.  His own face was perfectly colorless, and his lips were twitching with intense suppressed feeling.  He bent above the still form.

“Olivia,” he said, “my darling, my darling!”

The heavy eyelids fluttered and lifted, and a pair of haggard, dark eyes gazed up at him.  A wan smile parted those pallid lips.

“Dear Jasper!  I knew you would come.  Have you seen the baby?  It is a boy.”

“My own, I have thought only of you.  My poor pale wife, how awfully death-like you look!”

“But I am not going to die—­Doctor Godroy says so,” smiling gently.  “And now you must go, for I cannot talk.  Only kiss me first, and look at the baby.”

Her voice was the merest whisper.  He pressed his lips passionately to the white face and rose up.  Nurse and baby sat in state by the fire, and a slender girl of fifteen years knelt beside them, and gazed in a sort of rapture at the infant prodigy.

“Look, papa—­look?  The loveliest little thing, and nurse says the very picture of you!”

Not very lovely, certainly; but Sir Jasper Kingsland’s eyes lighted with pride and joy as he looked.  For was it not a boy?  Had he not at last, after weary, weary waiting, the desire of his heart—­a son to inherit the estate and perpetuate the ancient name?

“It is so sweet, papa!” Miss Mildred whispered, her small, rather sickly face quite radiant; “and its eyes are the image of yours.  He’s asleep now, you know, and you can’t see them.  And look at the dear, darling little hands and fingers and feet, and the speck of a nose and the dot of a mouth!  Oh papa! isn’t it splendid to have a baby in the house?”

“Very splendid,” said papa, relaxing into a smile.  “A fine little fellow, nurse!  There, cover him up again and let him sleep.  We must take extra care of the heir of Kingsland Court.  And Mildred, child, you should be in bed.  One o’clock is no hour for little girls to be out of their nests.”

“Oh, papa! as if I could sleep and not see the baby!”

“Well, you have seen it, and now run away to your room.  Mamma and baby both want to sleep, and nurse doesn’t need you, I am sure.”