She nodded. He was about to take leave of her when she said abruptly: “What did that poor boy mean by saying that he was born soft along of me?”
Grimshaw answered with slight constraint:
“As to that, I have the facts at second-hand. Some six months before he was born his mother had diphtheria. She was distracted about that time by the death of her two little girls from the same disease.”
“I see. Would that account for this boy being born wanting?”
“It might.”
Lady Selina refused to accept this as final. The constraint in Grimshaw’s voice had not escaped her.
“But in your opinion, with such facts as you have, it did, didn’t it?”
“Well, yes.”
“Good-night, Mr. Grimshaw; and very many thanks.”
He bowed and went out.