He stopped her again.
"Where will you sleep to-night ?" "In his arms, thank God!" "But if you happen to miss him--you might not find him until to-morrow." A puzzled look crossed her face, and then came the shadow of a disquieting memory.
"Now you speak so, I remember that it wasn't last night he left--it was the night before--no ?--perhaps three or four nights.

But not as much as a fortnight.

I remember my little baby came the night he left.

I was so mad to find him I suffered the mother-pains out in the cold rain--just a little dead baby--I could take no interest in it.

And there has been a night or two since then, of course.