Outside the door of
the room into which she had been taken he stopped, hearing her voice, thin
and weak, talking to Grover.
"Unfit--Sue McPherson unfit," said the voice, and Sam thought it was
filled with an infinite weariness.
He ran through the door and dropped on his knees by her bed. She turned
her eyes to him smiling bravely.
"The next time we'll make it," she said.
The second child born to the young McPhersons arrived out of time. Again
Sam walked, this time through the corridor of his own house and without
the consoling presence of the sweet-faced Scotch woman, and again he shook
his head at Doctor Grover who came to him consoling and reassuring.
After the death of the second child Sue lay for months in bed. In his
arms, in her own room, she wept openly in the presence of Grover and the
nurses, crying out against her unfitness. For several days she refused to
see Colonel Tom, harbouring in her mind the notion that he was in some way
responsible for her physical inability to bear living children, and when
she got up from her bed, she remained for months white and listless but
grimly determined upon another attempt for the little life she so wanted
to feel in her arms.
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