"You must not look at him, You must go to bed," said Christian, with a
gentle authority.

"Presently. And you--are you not afraid to sit up here alone?"

"Oh no."

"You never seem to be afraid of any thing."

"Not of much--I have gone through such a deal" said Christian, with a
faint smile. "But, papa, indeed you must go to bed."

Nevertheless, they stood a little longer looking down upon Arthur,
whose breathing grew softer into natural sleep. Then, with a mutual
impulse given by the unity of a common grief the husband and wife
turned and kissed one another.

"God bless you, my darling, my poor children's mother, the first they
ever--"

He stopped, and never finished the sentence.





Chapter 6

_"Love that asketh love again,