As John started to close the door of the limousine, Frances glanced at her watch.
“I wish to call at Mr. Pendleton’s, but I must be at the Warrens’ at four promptly. How much time must I allow?”
“A half hour, Miss.”
“Very well, John.”
Nora took her card, and came back with the request that she follow upstairs. “The baby’s just waked up,” Nora said.
Frances was disappointed. If she had to see a baby, she preferred, on the whole, seeing it asleep.
Mrs. Pendleton came to the nursery door with the baby in her arms––or rather a bundle presumably containing a baby.
“It’s good of you to come,” she smiled. “I think he must have waked up just to see you.”
She spoke unaffectedly and with no trace of embarrassment, although when Nora presented the card she had for a second become confused. She had hoped that Don would be at home when this moment came.