She turned the child's face to her breast, hoping perhaps that his hands
would move in the old delicious way.
He did not stir, and she laid him on his back again and looked at him.
His lips and the hollows under his eyes were blue. The collapse had come.
Louis knelt down and put his hand over the tiny heart.
A spasm passed over the baby's face, simulating a smile. Then Mrs. Nevill
Tyson fell to smiling too.
"See"--she said.
But Stanistreet had seen enough. He rose from his knees and left her.