He looked almost appealingly at him, but he only said aloud:

"Let us go upstairs, then."

So they went.

As they passed the door of the room where the dead woman lay Dart went
in and spoke to Miss Montaubyn, who was still there.

"If there are things wanted here," he said, "this will buy them." And
he put some money into her hand.

She did not seem surprised at the incongruity of his shabbiness
producing money.

"Well, now," she said, "I WAS wonderin' an' askin'. I'd like 'er clean
an' nice, an' there's milk wanted bad for the biby."

In the room they mounted to Glad was trying to feed the child with bread
softened in tea. Polly sat near her looking on with restless, eager
eyes. She had never seen anything of her own baby but its limp newborn
and dead body being carried away out of sight. She had not even dared
to ask what was done with such poor little carrion. The tyranny of the
law of life made her want to paw and touch this lately born thing, as
her agony had given her no fruit of her own body to touch and paw and
nuzzle and caress as mother creatures will whether they be women or
tigresses or doves or female cats.

"Let me hold her, Glad," she half whimpered. "When she's fed let me
get her to sleep."