CHAPTER XI.
_FOR_ more than a week after Edith's call on Dr.Radcliffe she seemed to take but little interest in anything, and remained alone in her room for a greater part of the time, except when her father was in the house.
Since her questions about her baby a slight reserve had risen up between them.

During this time she went out at least once every day, and when questioned by her mother as to where she had been, evaded any direct answer.

If questioned more closely, she would show a rising spirit and a decision of manner that had the effect to silence and at the same time to trouble Mrs.Dinneford, whose mind was continually on the rack.
One day the mother and daughter met in a part of the city where neither of them dreamed of seeing the other.

It was not far from where Mrs.Bray lived.

Mrs.Dinneford had been there on a purgational visit, and had come away lighter in purse and with a heavier burden of fear and anxiety on her heart.
"What are you doing here ?" she demanded.
"I've been to St.John's mission sewing-school," replied Edith.