So one bright, sunny morning in the month of roses, they found themselves registered as boarders at a famous health resort in Germany.
But after Captain Ernscliffe had smoked his cigar on the balcony, he came into his wife's airy room with a frown on his dark, handsome face.
"I shall have to take you away to-morrow, my dear," he said. "I have found out that your mother and sister are staying here. Of course it would be embarrassing to all parties if we remained."
"Yes, we must go away," she said, but she sighed as she spoke.
It had been a bitter cross to her that her mother and sister would not recognize her.
She loved them still, for the ties of kinship were very strong in her heart.
Now her own motherhood had made her even more gentle and loving than before.
She would have loved dearly to be friends with those proud ones who had discarded her, and to have shown her beautiful little son to his grandmother.
"Yes, we will go away to-morrow," she repeated, brushing away a quick-starting tear. "We must not trouble their peace."
But that evening, when her husband and her uncle had gone out for a walk, and she was alone with Robbie, she heard a timid and hesitating rap at her door.