"Why, leave him here with Mary. We won't be gone four weeks."
Rachael smiled, but it was an uneasy, almost an affronted, smile.
"Oh, Warren, we couldn't! I couldn't! I would simply worry myself sick!"
"I don't see why. The child would be perfectly safe. George is right here if anything happened!"
"George--but George isn't his mother!" Rachael fell silent, biting her lip, a little shadow between her brows. "What is it--the convention?" she presently asked. "Do you HAVE to go?"
"It isn't absolutely necessary," Warren said dryly. But this was enough for Rachael, who opened the subject that evening when George and Alice Valentine were there.
"George, DOES Warren have to go to this London convention, or whatever it is?"
"Not necessarily," smiled Doctor Valentine. "Why, doesn't he want to go?"
"I don't want him to go!" Rachael asserted.
"It would be a senseless risk to take that baby across the ocean," Alice contributed, and no more was said of the possibility then or at any other time, to Rachael's great content.