"That's what our doctor said . . . and . . . and Dr. Berens of the hospital," she hiccoughed through her tears.
Constance did not want to listen any more; but, though she had controlled herself just now, her nerves were still on edge. Pretending that she was waiting for Adolphine, she went through the drawing-room and sat down beside the old lady in the conservatory.
"Yes, yes," mumbled Mrs. van Lowe. "If it goes on raining like this . . . we shall have floods again . . . just as we did last year."
Before her staring eyes she saw the tropical floods of Java.
Half an hour later, Adolphine and Addie came to look for Constance. Adolphine was suffering under the influence of great emotion, with red eyes which she kept on wiping. Constance went up to her:
"Adolphine, dear," she said, "you must have confidence in Addie."
Motherly pride mingled with the pity in her voice.
"I have, Constance," said Adolphine. "Only . . ."
"Only what?"
"What am I to do with the child? Change of environment, our doctor said. So did Dr. Berens, of the hospital. And yet we're very nice to her. . . . Why this change of environment? And where's she to go to? . . . I haven't the money to . . . to take her to the country for any length of time. . . . In this season too . . . in the autumn! . . . What . . . what am I to do with the child?"
"I was thinking . . ." said Addie.
He looked at his mother.
