“I want to speak to you, Dr. Mount. Will you come with me?”
“Jenny, you really can’t treat us like this,” cried Mary, “you must tell us what’s happened. Is Peter hurt?”
“Yes—he’s downstairs.”
“Is he dead?” cried Doris, springing to her feet.
Again Jenny did not speak. She bowed her head into her hands and wept silently.
A dreadful silence filled the little room. Even Doris was perfectly quiet.
“I’ll come down,” said Dr. Mount.
“So’ll I,” said Doris.
“No,” said Jenny, “you mustn’t see him.”
“Why not?”