“No, I will not. There is too much—too much to be forgiven me. I will not go near until I can place her child in her arms. And, Hammond, mind, this is a confidential interview—do not speak to her of it, or of me.”
“Certainly not, if such is your wish.”
“Does she pray now as she used to pray in all her troubles?”
“She does little else than pray; she does nothing else but pray and search for her child.”
“She search?”
“Yes, she lives in a cab; has lived so ever since the child was lost.”
“And does she believe that she will find him?”
“Yes. She believes that he is alive, and therefore to be found. It is her belief in that theory which keeps her alive through all the agony of suspense. If she thought he was dead she would die. I am sure of it.”
“Keep up that faith in her heart, Dick. Lead her to believe also in the restitution of her child as an event that may occur any day, any hour, as you know it may.”
Dick sighed heavily.