"Because it is your proper name," I said. I felt that he looked at me anxiously to discover my meaning, but I had not energy enough to raise my head to give him a clearer insight into what I thought. Then I fancied he gradually came to some understanding of what I meant. I never addressed him by any name since our coming home. I would not. I could not call him Harry, and I had so little desire to make peace or to establish any convenient or natural intercourse, that I never tried to adopt the name by which I had always designated my cousin. Now, matters were different; I wanted to begin upon a new foundation; I wanted to put all the past, its dream of happiness and its nightmare of misery, alike out of my mind,--and this was why I called him Edgar, not unkindly, rather with a sad effort at friendship. I think he partly understood me before he spoke again. "Yes, it is my proper name, but so was the other; and the child? you have called your boy?" "Harry," I said, in a faltering tone. He must have known it, but his eye flashed brightly from baby to me, once more with a gleam of delight. "Hester," he said, bending over me as he placed my child in my arms again; "when you call me once more by that name, I will know that I have regained my bride." I bowed my head, partly in assent, partly to conceal the tears which stole out from under my eyelids even when I closed them. I enclosed my child in my arms, but I sat still. I had scarcely power or heart enough to raise myself from that chair. "Are you ill, Hester?" he asked, anxiously. "No, only very tired," I said faintly. His lip quivered. I did not know how it was that the simplest common words seemed to move him so. He ran to the door of the room and called Alice, who was not far distant, to take baby, and then he offered me his arm very gently and kindly, and led me upstairs. Mrs. Templeton, the housekeeper, stood without, waiting. "Mrs. Southcote has not taken a thing since she came, sir," she said in an aggrieved tone; "please to tell her, sir, it's very wrong; it's not fit for a young lady, and nursing the darling baby herself, too." "Mrs. Southcote is fatigued," said my husband, kindly, sheltering me from this good woman's importunities. "Will you have something sent upstairs, or shall you be able to come down to dinner, Hester? Nay, not for me," he added, lowering his voice, "I will be sufficiently happy to know you are at home; and you are sadly worn out, I see. Little Harry has been too much for you, Hester." "Oh, no, I have him always," I said quickly. Alice was carrying him upstairs before us, and he laughed and crowed to me from her arms. When I tried to make some answer to his baby signals, I saw his father look at me with strange tenderness. His father, yes; and I was leaning as I had not leant since the first month of our marriage upon my husband's arm.