She rose gingerly from bed and opened it.“Hello, Dr. Taylor.”“You needn’t have gotten up.”“I do not mind.”“Most physicians insist on a full month’s recovery. But I see it as a good sign that you are up and about already.”She nodded, briefly attempting a smile. “I suppose you are wanting your daughter?” Charlotte retreated back into the room toward the cradle. “Let me bring her to you. Mrs. Krebs asked me to nurse her or I should never have presumed …”“Nonsense. I am most grateful.”“Your wife. She is … ?”“No better, I’m afraid. I regret you had to see her in that state. But that is not why I am here.”Charlotte lifted wide eyes and waited.&nbsp“I thought you would like to know. Mrs. Harris wants a wet nurse for your … for the newborn child.”A swell of hope rose within Charlotte, which she immediately realized was vain and foolish. She could not apply to nurse her own son. Katherine would know the truth at once.“Mr. Harris has asked me to recommend someone,”
