Madame Valmonde had not seen Desiree and the baby for four weeks.
Madame Valmonde bent her portly figure over Desiree and kissed her, holding her an instant tenderly in her arms.
I knew you would be astonished," laughed Desiree, "at the way he has grown.
And the way he cries," went on Desiree, "is deafening.
When the baby was about three months old, Desiree awoke one day to the conviction that there was something in the air menacing her peace.