But that this blow had fallen upon her,--but that these ill news had wounded her,--she would now have been triumphant.
Her mother was at last coming to her.

Her husband was all that a husband should be.

Her baby was, to her thinking, sweeter, brighter, more satisfactory than any other baby ever had been.

But the first tidings had been told to her.

She had seen the letter signed 'Euphemia Caldigate'; and of course she was ill at ease.