Then Janey took the little girls to the room upstairs where their nurse was. Barbara looked back at Kitty as she went, but Kitty's eyes followed Janet.
"Robert," she said, "will she always look at me like that? Shall I never know what she is thinking?"
"None of us know what Janet's thinking."
He paused.
"I told you we had to be very careful of her."
"Is she delicate?"
"No. Physically, she's far stronger than Barbara. She's what you call morally delicate."
She flushed. "What do you mean, Robert?"
"Well—not able to bear things. For instance, we'd a small child staying with us once. It turned out that she wasn't a nice child at all. We didn't know it, though. But Janet had a perfect horror of her. It's as if she had a sort of intuition. She was so unhappy about it that we had to send the child away."
His forehead was drawn into a frown of worry and perplexity.