But Edith, partly from memory and partly from intuition, recognized her nurse, and catching fast hold of her, said in a low imperative voice, while a look of wild excitement spread over her face, "Where is my baby ?" The woman tried to shake her off, but Edith held her with a grasp that could not be broken.
"For Heaven's sake," exclaimed the woman "let go of me! This is the public street, and you'll have a crowd about us in a moment, and the police with them." But Edith kept fast hold of her.
"First tell me where I can find my baby," she answered.
"Come along," said the woman, moving as she spoke in the direction Edith was going when they met.

"If you want a row with the police, I don't." Edith was close to her side, with her hand yet upon her and her voice in her ears.
"My baby! Quick! Say! Where can I find my baby ?" "What do I know of your baby?
You are a fool, or mad!" answered the woman, trying to throw her off.

"I don't know you." "But I know you, Mrs.Bray," said Edith, speaking the name at a venture as the one she remembered hearing the servant give to her mother.
At this the woman's whole manner changed, and Edith saw that she was right--that this was, indeed, the accomplice of her mother.
"And now," she added, in voice grown calm and resolute, "I do not mean to let you escape until I get sure knowledge of my child.

If you fly from me, I will follow and call for the police.

If you have any of the instincts of a woman left, you will know that I am desperately in earnest.