"What daughter?" Cora asked dumbly
"I have a daughter, "Edith said as she sat up, wiping her tears.
"Where is she? Who's the father?" Robert demanded.
"Her name is Marigold; she's living with the Drew's," Edith explained.
"You have a child with the pig farmer?" Robert yelled.
"No papa; her father is Michael Gregson."
"Michael Gregson your editor?" Cora asked as she took her daughter's hand.
"Who else knows?"
"Granny, Aunt Rosamund and Tim Drew know."
"You didn't go to Switzerland to improve your French, did you?" Cora asked, the pieces finally coming together.
"The plan was for me to have her and to place her for adoption is Switzerland but I couldn't stand to be away from her and always wonder about her so I went back and got her and placed her with the Drews," she explained.
"And now?" Cora asked.
"Mrs. Drew has grown suspicious and Mr. Drew has told me to stay away."
"Your grandmother knew?" Robert asked coldly.
"She did," Edith nodded.
"Excuse me," Robert announced before turning on his heel and storming out the door.
Cora kissed Edith before following her husband.
"Where are you going?" she asked.
"To see mama."
Before Cora could say anything else, he was down the stairs and heading towards the door.
Cora made up her mind to seek out answers of her own before turning towards her room to get her hat.