“The other child!” I cried.
“The other!” he said. “What other?”
“The one he left,” I whispered. “I had forgotten her.”
“My God! so had I. I had only one thought,” he cried out. “Only one thought! And now Chalmers’s wish has been granted. His—has—gone.”
He sat down in a wicker rocking-chair and wiped his forehead with the back of his hand.
“I never thought,” he said again. “I didn’t see it anywhere. I didn’t look for it. I found Julianna in the middle of the bed.”
“Bed!”
IT MUST BE JULIANNA