"Madame Bolivard!" she cried. And when the Frenchwoman appeared she pointed to the bassinette.
"Take baby into the bedroom. It will be better for him there."
"Bien, madame," said Madame Bolivard, taking up the child. And when the door had closed behind her Emmy pointed to it and said:
"That's why."
Zora started forward, horror stricken.
"Emmy, what do you mean?"
"I'll tell you. I couldn't with him in the room. I should always fancy that he had heard me, and I want him to respect and love his mother."
"Emmy!" cried Zora. "Emmy! What are you saying? Your son not respect you—if he knew—do you mean...?"
"Yes," said Emmy, "I do—Septimus went through the marriage ceremony with me and gave us his name. That's why we are living apart. Now you know."
"My God!" said Zora.