“Yes, it is all very sad,” Mrs. Herriton kept saying. “My daughter-in-law made a very unhappy marriage, as I dare say you know. I suppose that the child will be educated in Italy. Possibly his grandmother may be doing something, but I have not heard of it. I do not expect that she will have him over. She disapproves of the father. It is altogether a painful business for her.” She was careful only to scold Irma for disobedience--that eighth deadly sin, so convenient to parents and guardians. Harriet would have plunged into needless explanations and abuse. The child was ashamed, and talked about the baby less. The end of the school year was at hand, and she hoped to get another prize. But she also had put her hand to the wheel. It was several days before they saw Miss Abbott. Mrs. Herriton had not come across her much since the kiss of reconciliation, nor Philip since the journey to London. She had, indeed, been rather a disappointment to him. Her creditable display of originality had never been repeated: he feared she was slipping back. Now she came about the Cottage Hospital--her life was devoted to dull acts of charity--and though she got money out of him and out of his mother, she still sat tight in her chair, looking graver and more wooden than ever. “I dare say you have heard,” said Mrs. Herriton, well knowing what the matter was. “Yes, I have. I came to ask you; have any steps been taken?” Philip was astonished. The question was impertinent in the extreme. He had a regard for Miss Abbott, and regretted that she had been guilty of it. “About the baby?” asked Mrs. Herriton pleasantly. “Yes.” “As far as I know, no steps. Mrs. Theobald may have decided on something, but I have not heard of it.” “I was meaning, had you decided on anything?” “The child is no relation of ours,” said Philip. “It is therefore scarcely for us to interfere.” His mother glanced at him nervously. “Poor Lilia was almost a daughter to me once. I know what Miss Abbott means. But now things have altered. Any initiative would naturally come from Mrs. Theobald.” “But does not Mrs. Theobald always take any initiative from you?” asked Miss Abbott. Mrs. Herriton could not help colouring. “I sometimes have given her advice in the past. I should not presume to do so now.” “Then is nothing to be done for the child at all?” “It is extraordinarily good of you to take this unexpected interest,” said Philip. “The child came into the world through my negligence,” replied Miss Abbott. “It is natural I should take an interest in it.” “My dear Caroline,” said Mrs. Herriton, “you must not brood over the thing. Let bygones be bygones. The child should worry you even less than it worries us. We never even mention it. It belongs to another world.”