"My dear, I know you _must_ be tired. You'll get the cramp. Let me take it, if only for a minute's relief." "Do, Mrs. Grey," said the doctor. She looked up at them with beseeching entreaty; her hands tightening involuntarily over the little treasure. "Please don't ask me," she piteously said. "I must have him to the last. He is going from me for ever." "Not for ever, my dear," corrected Miss Diana. "You will go to him, though he will not return to you." The door softly opened, and some one came gently in. Absorbed by the dying child though she was, and by the surroundings it brought, Mrs. Grey glanced quickly up and made a frantic movement to beckon the intruder back, her face changing to some dread apprehension, her lips parting with fear. She thought it might be one who must not dare to show himself if he valued life and liberty: but it was only Karl Andinnian. "Oh Karl, he is dying!" she cried in the hasty impulse of the moment--and the dry eyes filled with tears. "My darling baby is dying." "I have been so sorry to hear about it, Mrs. Grey," returned Karl, who had his wits about him if she had not, and who saw the surprise of the doctor and Miss Diana, at the familiarity of the address. "I came over to see if I could be of any use to you." He fell to talking to Mr. Moore in an under-tone, giving her time to recover her mistake; and the hushed silence fell on the chamber again. Karl bent to look at the pale little face, soon to put on immortality; he laid his hand lightly on the damp forehead, keeping it there for a minute in solemn silence, as though breathing an inward prayer. "He will be better off there than here," whispered he to the mother, in turning to leave the chamber. "The world is full of thorns and care, as some of us too well know: God is taking him from it." Pacing a distant room like a caged lion, was Sir Adam Andinnian. He wheeled round on his heel when his brother entered. "Was ever position like unto mine, Karl?" he broke out, anger, pain, impatience, and most deep emotion mingling together in his tone. "Here am I, condemned to hide myself within these four walls, and may not quit them even to see my child die! The blackest criminal on earth can call for his friends on his death-bed. When are that offensive doctor and his sister going?" "They are staying out of compassion to Rose," spoke Karl, in his quiet voice. "Oh, Adam, I am so sorry for this! I feel it with my whole heart." "Don't talk," said Adam, rather roughly. "No fate was ever like my fate. Heaven has mercy for others: none for me. Because my own bitter punishment was not enough, it must even take my son!" "It does seem to you cruel, I am sure. But God's ways are not as our ways. He is no doubt taking him, in love, from the evil to come. When we get up above there ourselves, Adam, we shall see the reason of it." Sir Adam did not answer. He sat down and covered his face with his hand, and remained in silence. Karl did not break it.