Mrs Clinton crossed her hands over her stomach and looked at her husband with self-satisfaction. But Mr Clinton was awake, staring in front of him with wide-open, fixed eyes; various thoughts confusedly ran through his head. 'Isn't 'e looking strange?' whispered Mrs Clinton. The two women kept silence, watching him. 'Amy, are you there?' asked Mr Clinton, suddenly, without turning his eyes. 'Yes, dear. Is there anything you want?' Mr Clinton did not reply for several minutes; the women waited in silence. 'Bring me a Bible, Amy,' he said at last. 'A Bible, Jimmy?' asked Mrs Clinton, in astonishment. 'Yes, dear!' She looked anxiously at her friend. 'Oh, I do 'ope the delirium isn't coming on again,' she whispered, and, pretending to smooth his pillow, she passed her hand over his forehead to see if it was hot. 'Are you quite comfortable, dear?' she asked, without further allusion to the Bible. 'Yes, Amy, quite!' 'Don't you think you could go to sleep for a little while?' 'I don't feel sleepy, I want to read; will you bring me the Bible?' Mrs Clinton looked helplessly at her friend; she feared something was wrong, and she didn't know what to do. But the neighbour, with a significant look, pointed to the _Daily Telegraph_, which was lying on a chair. Mrs Clinton brightened up and took it to her husband. 'Here's the paper, dear.' Mr Clinton made a slight movement of irritation. 'I don't want it; I want the Bible.' Mrs Clinton looked at her friend more helplessly than ever. 'I've never known 'im ask for such a thing before,' she whispered, 'and 'e's never missed reading the _Telegraph_ a single day since we was married.' 'I don't think you ought to read,' she said aloud to her husband. 'But the doctor'll be here soon, and I'll ask 'im then.' The doctor stroked his chin thoughtfully. 'I don't think there'd be any harm in letting him have a Bible,' he said, 'but you'd better keep an eye on him.... I suppose there's no insanity in the family?' 'No, doctor, not as far as I know. I've always 'eard that my mother's uncle was very eccentric, but that wouldn't account for this, because we wasn't related before we married.' Mr Clinton took the Bible, and, turning to the New Testament, began to read. He read chapter after chapter, pausing now and again to meditate, or reading a second time some striking passage, till at last he finished the first gospel. Then he turned to his wife. 'Amy, d'you know, I think I should like to do something for my feller-creatures. I don't think we're meant to live for ourselves alone in this world.' Mrs Clinton was quite overcome; she turned away to hide the tears which suddenly filled her eyes, but the shock was too much for her, and she had to leave the room so that her husband might not see her emotion; she immediately sent for the doctor. 'Oh, doctor,' she said, her voice broken with sobs, 'I'm afraid--I'm afraid my poor 'usband's going off 'is 'ead.'