"It’s Mrs. Geraldine," Devery called. "Can’t you come?"
Angelica’s heart stood still.
"This is it!" she thought. "Now it’s come!"
She went with leaden feet to the telephone in the back room, and sat down before it. She stared at the instrument for an instant in horror. What was it about to reveal?
She took up the receiver.
"Yes!" she said. "Is this you, Mrs. Geraldine?"
"Can you come to see me?" said that well-known voice. "There’s something——”
"Why?" she cried. "What is it? Is anything wrong?"
"The baby’s quite well; but there’s a piece of news you ought to know."
"Oh!" she gasped. "Oh, tell me! What?"