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Book, page 41 / 281 A little while after, Edith, who had remained silent and thoughtful, said, with a tremor in her voice, "Father, did you see my baby?" Mr. Dinneford started at so unexpected a question, surprised and disturbed. He did not reply, and Edith put the question again. "No, my dear," he answered, with a hesitation of manner that was almost painful. After looking into his face steadily for some moments, Edith dropped her eyes to the floor, and there was a constrained silence between them for a good while. "You never saw it?" she queried, again lifting her eyes to her father's face. Her own was much paler than when she first put the question. "Never." "Why?" asked Edith. She waited for a little while, and then said, "Why don't you answer me, father?" "It was never brought to me." "Oh, father!" "You were very ill, and a nurse was procured immediately." "I was not too sick to see my baby," said Edith, with white, quivering lips. "If they had laid it in my bosom as soon as it was born, I would never have been so ill, and the baby would not have died. If--if--" She held back what she was about saying, shutting her lips tightly. Her face remained very pale and strangely agitated. Nothing more was
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