"I can't face it! By God, I can't!" he cried.
"It will happen," said Grantley Imason. "If not to-night—if anything prevents me to-night—still very soon. You'll hear of it very soon."
The young man shuddered.
"The poor little chap—the poor innocent little chap!" he muttered hoarsely. He turned to Grantley. "For Heaven's sake, think again!"
"It's you who have to think. I have thought. I've little time for more thought. You've all your life to think about it—all your life with that woman, who is the mother of the child."
"Why do you torment him?" broke out Sibylla angrily.
But she rose slowly and drew away from Blake as she spoke.
Grantley shrugged his shoulders scornfully.
"The fellow has no business in an affair like this," he said. "He'd better get back to his flirtations."
"I never thought of anything like this."