“How is this privileged person?” Mrs. Blunt asked.
“You shall see,” said Edith. “I am glad you came, for I wanted very much to consult you. I was going to send for you.”
“Well, here I am. But I didn't come about the baby. I wanted to consult you. We miss you, dear, every day.” And then Mrs. Blunt began to speak about some social and charitable arrangements, but stopped suddenly. “I'll see the baby first. Good-morning, Mrs. Henderson.” And she left the room.
Carmen felt as much left out socially as about the baby, and she also rose to go.
“Don't go,” said Edith. “What kind of a summer have you had?”
“Oh, very good. Some shipwrecks.”
“And Mr. Henderson? Is he well?”
“Perfectly. He is away now. Husbands, you know, haven't so much talent for domesticity as we have.”
