The baby made a little nestling motion, and its creasy eyelids
dropped.
"Looks to me as if he was going to sleep again," said Lawton, in
a whisper. Eudora jogged the cradle gently with her foot, and
both were still. Then Eudora dropped the lace veil over the
cradle again and moved softly away.
Lawton followed her. "I haven't my answer yet, Eudora," he
whispered, leaning over her shoulder as she moved.
"Come into the other room," she murmured, "or we shall wake the
baby." Her voice was softly excited.
Eudora led the way into the parlor, upon whose walls hung some
really good portraits and whose furnishings still merited the
adjective magnificent. There had been opulence in the Yates
family; and in this room, which had been conserved, there was
still undimmed and unfaded evidence of it. Eudora drew aside a
brocade curtain and sat down on an embroidered satin sofa.
Lawton sat beside her.
"This room looks every whit as grand as it used to look to me
when I was a boy," he said.
"It has hardly been opened, except to have it cleaned, since you
went away," replied Eudora, "and no wear has come upon it.
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