The sobbing breath came to her lips again.
"I guess--it must have been--that," she said, drawing her hands from him.

"I was going out--to--the baby.

Thank you, Philip.

I--I will go to my room now." She left him, and not until her door had closed behind her did he move.
Had she spoken the truth?
Had she in those few moments been temporarily irresponsible because of grieving over the baby's death?
Some inner consciousness answered him in the negative.

It was not that.