"Say he’s yours. No one would know the difference. Tell Eddie he’s yours. Tell Vincent, too."
"Vincent wouldn’t believe it."
"Well, he could say so, anyway. My Gawd, that’s little enough to do for the poor little feller!"
"It’s not a little thing, Angelica—it’s a great deal, to expect Vincent to say he is your child’s father."
"Well, he is!" said Angelica. "I forgot to tell you that."
CHAPTER SIX
I
"It seems to be my fate," said Polly to herself, "to be always forgiving and benefiting those that despitefully use me. Imagine me taking this child—Vincent’s child—and not feeling the least resentment toward Angelica. I’m only sorry for her."
She was watching the baby lying on the lap of a lively and capable young nurse, whom she had got by telephone.
"I’m going to adopt this child," she had explained to the young woman. "His mother can’t keep him."