They had met alone, but Mrs.Dinneford came in, her presence falling on them like a cold shadow.
"Two great babies," she said, a covert sneer in her chilling voice.
The joy went slowly out of their faces, though not out of their hearts.

There it nestled, and warmed the renewing blood.

But a vague, questioning fear began to creep in, a sense of insecurity, a dread of hidden danger.

The daughter did not fully trust her mother, nor the husband his wife..