Sylvia's Marriage: A Novel

by Upton Sinclair

“Telegrams?” I inquired.

“Yes. Think what this news will mean to dear Douglas! And to Major Castleman!”

“You haven’t informed them?”

“We couldn’t send any smaller boat on account of the storm. We must telegraph Dr. Overton also, you understand.”

“To tell him not to come?” I ventured. “But don’t you think, Mrs. Tuis, that he may wish to come anyhow?”

“Why should he wish that?”

“I’m not sure, but—I think he might.” How I longed for a little of Sylvia’s skill in social lying! “Every newly-born infant ought to be examined by a specialist, you know; there may be a particular régime, a diet for the mother—one cannot say.”

“Dr. Perrin didn’t consider it necessary.”

“I am going to have a talk with Dr. Perrin at once,” I said.

I saw a troubled look in her eyes. “You don’t mean you think there’s anything the matter?”