Mrs. Harvey clasped her hands in perplexity and uncertainty.
"It is dreadful to keep a mother from her child," she said; "and yet—and yet——"
"And yet in this case it is right," said Dorothy. "You must remember that you have not only Freda to think of. There is your husband, and——"
"Oh, yes, I know; there is my poor little unhappy baby, but I cannot love it as I love Freda."
"Still you owe it a duty. It is not right of you to do anything to risk its life or your own. When it comes to you, you will see how dearly you love it. Now, please, let me take you to your room."
"But may I not take one peep at my little treasure?"
"She is asleep just now, and you may wake her. Please let me take you to your room."
Mrs. Harvey staggered to her feet.
"I trust you, nurse," she said, with a wistful sort of look. "You will remember your promise?"
"I will; nothing in the world will make me go back from my word. Now, come with me."