"By an operation directed to remove the cause which would produce danger. It would be a serious, perhaps a dangerous, operation——"
"Is that the only way?"
"In my judgment the only way consistent with——"
A loud sob from Mrs. Mumple interrupted him. Grantley swore under his breath.
"Go on," he said harshly.
"Consistent with the birth of the child, Mr. Imason."
"Ah!" At last he had got to the light, and the nervous old man had managed to deliver himself of his message. "I understand you now. Setting the birth of the child on one side, the matter would be simpler?"
"Oh, yes, much simpler—not, of course, without its——"
"And more free from danger?"
"Yes, though——"