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Chapter 18
’IsupposeIdid,’hesaid.
Sheneverknewthefiercebitternesswithwhichheresentedinsult.
Therewasalongpause.
’Anddidyoumissme?’sheasked.
’Iwasgladyouwereoutofit.’
Againtherewasapause.
’Butdidpeoplebelieveaboutyouandme?’sheasked.
’No!Idon’tthinksoforamoment.’
’DidClifford?’
’Ishouldsaynot.Heputitoffwithoutthinkingaboutit.Butnaturallyitmadehimwanttoseethelastofme.’
’I’mgoingtohaveachild.’
Theexpressiondiedutterlyoutofhisface,outofhiswholebody.Helookedatherwithdarkenedeyes,whoselookshecouldnotunderstandatall:likesomedark-flamedspiritlookingather.
’Sayyou’reglad!’shepleaded,gropingforhishand.Andshesawacertainexultancespringupinhim.Butitwasnetteddownbythingsshecouldnotunderstand.
’It’sthefuture,’hesaid.
’Butaren’tyouglad?’shepersisted.
’Ihavesuchaterriblemistrustofthefuture.’
’Butyouneedn’tbetroubledbyanyresponsibility.Cliffordwouldhaveitashisown,he’dbeglad.’
Shesawhimgopale,andrecoilunderthis.Hedidnotanswer.
’ShallIgobacktoCliffordandputalittlebaronetintoWragby?’sheasked.
Helookedather,paleandveryremote.Theuglylittlegrinflickeredonhisface.
’Youwouldn’thavetotellhimwhothefatherwas?’
’Oh!’shesaid;’he’dtakeiteventhen,ifIwantedhimto.’
Hethoughtforatime.
’Ay!’hesaidatlast,tohimself.’Isupposehewould.’
Therewassilence.Abiggulfwasbetweenthem.
