When in the morning the girl brought her some breakfast, she said to her quietly:
"How long have you been here?"
"Two days." Already the girl knew she was detected.
"What has happened to my son?"
"How am I to know better than the doctor?" she countered.
"You know very well indeed."
"He is nothing to me."
Mrs. Paragon inexorably faced her:
"How could you be so wicked?" she said in a low voice.
"What do you mean?"