Yet there was little need to
wonder. He was always at the mill when Doctor Sewell paid his visit, and
he took simply and reliably whatever Mrs. Harlow and Jane confided to
him. But when he awoke in the misty daylight, the echo of the two words
he had heard was still clear and positive in his mind; consequently he
went as soon as possible to Dr. Sewell's office.
The Doctor met him as if he was an expected client. "You are come at
last, Hatton," he said. "I have been expecting you for a long time."
"Then you know what instruction I have come for?"
"I should say I do."
"What is the matter with my wife's health?"
"I ought to send you to her for that information. She can tell you
better than I can."
"Sewell, what do you mean? Speak straight."
"Hatton, there are some women who love children and who will even risk
social honor for maternity. There are other women who hate motherhood
and who will constantly risk suicide rather than permit it. Mrs. Hatton
belongs to the latter class."
John was stupefied at these words.
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