Angelica stared at her somberly.
"I don’t know," she said. "I had to. I thought it would be the best thing for him. She—the woman that’s taken him—she can do a lot for him. She’s kind and good. You’d like her."
"Who is she?"
Angelica did not intend to tell. She was too well aware of the preposterousness of having taken Vincent’s child to his wife.
"No one you know," she said.
Her mother was completely softened by this new idea, that Angelica had given up her dearly loved child for its own good.
"You poor girl!" she said. "I suppose you meant to do what was best for him. But——”
"I thought it would help me, too," said Angelica. "I couldn’t keep him."
Mrs. Kennedy was shocked. She opened her mouth to speak again, but Angelica stopped her with a quick gesture.
"No more!" she said. "I’ve had enough. Now you better go back to bed."