“Did—did she suffer greatly?”
“Yes; it would set you off again if I was to say how much; both she and the baby died.”
“The baby?”
“Yes, of course; I thought you understood that!”
Mrs. Judson leaned back in her chair, gasping for breath. Jane thought that she was fainting, and was about to call for help, but a low voice recalled her.
“No, no, I must bear this alone. Is there more for me to learn? Did she tell you nothing about herself?”
“Nothing; I did ask some questions, but she only cried and kept away from me.”
“Did no person come to see her?”
“Not a soul.”
“You spoke of writing; what became of that?”