When she had recovered and they had brought her to her room, she fell asleep at once, and it was midnight when she awoke.
She got up directly and stole softly out to see her baby, who was sleeping peacefully with Mrs. Fellowes on guard.
“He couldn’t possibly be better,” she whispered, “you must go back to bed at once.”
“And you—you must too, you look green with tiredness.”
She knelt down by the cot with a little soft cooing sound that half frightened herself, she turned her head to find out where it came from, when she knew she smiled up at Mrs. Fellowes, and her eyes were radiant with a sweet mystery.
When she came in to see her baby next morning she carried a telegram she had just written, in her hand. It was to Strange and very simple.
“Will you come?” it said, “we want you, baby and I.”
“Read it,” she said to Mrs. Fellowes, “and will you send it yourself?”
She stooped over the cot for a long time, and nothing was to be seen of her but the tips of two pink ears.