"Things have been happening!" he exclaimed, getting up. He pulled caressingly at the hand he held. "You're coming, too?" "Go in and see them by yourself. See if they remember you. Dispense with my introductions." She laughed, pulling her hand from his, and he moved away. At the door he looked back, puzzled. An element which he was unprepared for, could not understand, seemed with them in the room. She leaned back among the fat cushions, pretty and leisured as he had been used to seeing her before their marriage, only now she had something else about her which he could not define. She was not looking at him, but down at her hands lying in her lap, and the curling sweep of her eyelashes, the bend of her head, the white nape of her neck, the colour and contour of her cheek--all these he found newly adorable. He almost came back, with a rush of tenderness, longing for a real embrace, but something, that element which he only sensed, restrained him. He went into the dining-room, where a four-year-old girl nursed a doll and played with a robust baby by turns. They were merry, healthy children, and their chubby prettiness swelled his heart with pride. These were his; he had fathered them. And just through that partitioning wall was a woman who was all his, too; one of the prettiest of women, and his wife. "Hallo, kids!" he smiled at them from the door-way, "here's Daddy come back. Come and see if you remember him. What a great girl Minna's grown, and is that the baby Dadda left behind him?" He picked up the baby and danced and dandled her, but the four-year-old Minna came more sagely, more slowly; she had to be won over by bribe and strategy, and her aloofness made him a trifle sore. In a moment or two he heard the maid go down the corridor and let in a boisterous boy, who ran into the dining-room swinging a satchel of books and pulled up short at seeing the stranger among them. But his memory, older and longer than Minna's, served him. "Daddy!" said George, shy and very nervous. Osborn wondered why this boy was nervous of him. Forgetting his previous sharpness and irritation with the children, he now suddenly wanted George's confidence. "Daddy's back!" he said, "with lots of stories to tell you about great big ships and trains and wonderful birds which _you_ never saw." "How splendid!" said the boy, still very shy. He had a guilty feeling about his boisterous entry. "I was afraid you would be cross with me for making a noise when I came in," he explained. "Like you used to be," Minna added. "I'm not cross, old son," Osborn said slowly. "We're going to have tea now, Daddy," Minna continued, as the maid entered with a cloth and a tray.