"And I was so angry, perhaps I was unjust too."
"No, no, you weren't," said Julia viciously. "I'm sure of it. Nothing could be unjust to him. He deserves it all."
"No, he doesn't You don't understand. But he wasn't fair to-night; he was so angry, and it wasn't my fault. Do they think we like asking, I wonder? And I don't know what I said, Julia, but I know I made him think I didn't want baby."
"Well?"
"But I do want him, Julia. I don't know what I'd do without him; I love him so much—they just grow into your life, Julia, babies do. He's so sweet."
"Course you love him. I know that. So does Osborn, so don't cry."
"He said I ought to be ashamed of myself."
"Oh, indeed? Indeed! And may one ask why?"
"B—because I asked for a pram, I s'pose."
"Really! Indeed! I'd like to—"