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When he was alone and undisturbed -- for Lynette seldom came to his consulting-room now -- Saxham would take it out and dandle it , and hold it in his hands . He would put the vial back presently , and lock the drawer , and , it being dark , perhaps would delay to light his lamp that he might torture himself with looking at that pitiless shadow-play , that humble comedy-drama of sweet , common , unattainable things that was every night renewed in those two rooms over the garage at the bottom of the yard . There was a third performer in the shadow-play now . You could hear him roaring lustily at morn and noon and milky eve . The Wonderfullest Baby you ever ! When W. Keyse was invited by Saxham to inspect his son and heir , crimson , and pulpy , and squirming in a flannel wrap , the Adam 's apple in the lean throat of the proud father jumped , and his ugly , honest eyes blinked behind salt water . The nipper had grabbed at his ear as he stooped down .