Chapter Five
Nell took Sophia’s letter from her reticule and spread it on the table, smoothing the creases, not looking at Black’s face. She took a deep breath. “When Sophia wrote this she was pregnant. Her baby will be a month old by now.”
Black made no sound of surprise. In fact, he made no sound at all. He didn’t say, Well, what do you expect when a woman behaves as your sister has? Or, We can only pray that the child has died. Both of which were statements her Great Aunt Wrotham had made yesterday. Nor did he say, I understand why you’re so anxious to find her. Of course she must be helped! which she half expected him to say, which she waited for him to say. And which he didn’t say.
Finally, Nell looked across at him. His expression was grim.
“The baby needs a home,” she said.
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