"Not now, sir. There is something wrong between them. When they meet they are constrained with one another, and they don't meet very often. I have orders, though, to take the child every morning to see Mr. Paget."
"Have you? I am sorry for that. He kisses my son, does he?"
"Yes, sir. He seems wrapped up in him; he——"
"Don't talk of him. That subject turns my blood into vinegar. Go on. Tell me more. What other visitor has my wife?"
"Sometimes your sister, Miss Lilias Wyndham."
"My sister? Esther, you don't know what that name recalls. All the old innocent days; the little hymns before we went to bed, and the little prayers at our mother's knee. I don't think I can bear to hear much about Lilias; but I am glad she loves my wife."
"She does, sir. She is devoted to Mrs. Wyndham. I don't think any other visitors come except Mr. Carr."
"Adrian Carr, a clergyman?"
Wyndham's tone had suddenly become alert and wakeful.
"I believe the gentleman's name is the Rev. Adrian Carr. Brother Jerome."