“It came to me, my dear.”
“And did you do anything rash?”
Mrs. Heywood hesitated a moment before replying.
“I gave birth to Herbert,” she said.
“Good Heavens!” said Clare.
“It saved me from breaking——”
“Windows, mother?”
“No, my own and my husband’s heart,” said Mrs. Heywood. “Well, I will go and speak to Mollie again. Goodness knows how we shall get coffee to-night.”
She went out of the room with her head shaking a little after this scene of emotion.
Clare spoke to herself aloud. She had her hands up to her throat.