His smile persisted, so that she divined his wonder.
She turned from him ever so little, and he saw a sadness in her face,
thus estranged and averted. He thought he knew the source of it and its
secret. It also was a gift from the unseen.
When he had left her she went up-stairs and cast herself upon the bed
where her little son lay naked, and abandoned herself to her maternal
passion.
And Gertrude stood there in the nursery, and watched her; and like
Tanqueray, she thought she knew.