Then she listened without a scruple, justified by her motherhood. They were keeping things from her, as they had kept them before. As they had kept them when little Barbara sickened.
“She listened without a scruple, justified by her motherhood”
“And if—if—” Arthur’s voice was weaker this time; it had a sort of moral powerlessness in it; but Aggie’s straining ears caught the “if.”
“There mustn’t be any ‘ifs.’”
Aggie’s heart struggled in the clutches of her fright.
“That’s not what I mean. I mean—is there any danger now?”
“From what I can gather so far, I should say—none.”
Aggie’s heart gave a great bound of recovery.
“But if,” the doctor went on, “as you say—”