She hesitated. “N—no. I saw it. But it was no one I knew.”
Kennedy did not dwell on the contradiction, but added, “And the crowd?”
“Strangers, too.”
“Dr. Maudsley is your family physician?” he questioned.
“Yes.”
“Did he call—er—yesterday?”
“He calls every day to supervise the nurse who has Junior in charge.”
“Could one always be true to oneself in the face of any temptation?” he asked suddenly.
It was a bold question. Yet such had been the gradual manner of his leading up to it that, before she knew it, she had answered quite frankly, “Yes—if one always thought of home and her child, I cannot see how one could help controlling herself.”
She seemed to catch her breath, almost as though the words had escaped her before she knew it.