"Mrs. Hemple."
She looked up. The weary, shabby figure of Doctor Moon stood in the door.
"You go away," Luella said dully.
"Your husband needs you."
"I don't care."
Doctor Moon came a little way into the room.
"I don't think you understand, Mrs. Hemple. He's been calling for you. You haven't any one now except him."
"I hate you," she said suddenly.
"If you like. I promised nothing, you know. I do the best I can. You'll be better when you realize that your baby is gone, that you're not going to see him any more."
Luella sprang to her feet.