The Mother Superior, still holding Kitty’s hand, smiled with soft tenderness.
“Sister St. Joseph has more experience of these things than I have, dear child, and she said at once what was the matter with you. She was evidently quite right.”
“What do you mean?” asked Kitty anxiously.
“It is quite evident. Did the possibility of such a thing never occur to you? You are with child, my dear.”
The start that Kitty gave shook her from head to foot, and she put her feet to the ground as though to spring up.
“Lie still, lie still,” said the Mother Superior.
Kitty felt herself blush furiously and she put her hands to her breasts.
“It’s impossible. It isn’t true.”
“Qu’est ce qu’elle dit?” asked Sister St. Joseph.
The Mother Superior translated. Sister St. Joseph’s broad simple face, with its red cheeks, was beaming.
“No mistake is possible. I give you my word of honour.”
“How long have you been married, my child?” asked the Mother Superior. “Why, when my sister-in-law had been married as long as you she had already two babies.”
Kitty sank back into the chair. There was death in her heart.
“I’m so ashamed,” she whispered.
“Because you are going to have a baby? Why, what can be more natural?”
