Yet the moment he tried to broach the subject of discharging Cleo, he hesitated, stammered and was silent. At last he braced himself with determination for the task. It was disagreeable, but it had to be done. The sooner the better.
"You like this girl, my dear?" he said softly.
"She's the most wonderful nurse I ever saw—the baby's simply crazy about her!"
"Yes, I see," he said soberly.
"It's a perfectly marvellous piece of luck that she came the day she did. Mammy was ready to drop. She's been like a fairy in the nursery from the moment she entered. The kiddy has done nothing but laugh and shriek with delight."
"And you like her personally?"
"I've just fallen in love with her! She's so strong and young and beautiful. She picks me up, laughing like a child, and carries me into the bathroom, carries me back and tucks me in bed as easily as she does the baby."
"I'm sorry, my dear," he interrupted with a firm, hard note in his voice.
"Sorry—for what?" the blue eyes opened with astonishment.
"Because I don't like her, and her presence here may be very dangerous just now——"