"You have been a little hurried with me on that score," said Trevelyan. "I wrote certainly with a determined mind, but things have changed somewhat since then."
"You do not mean that you will not send him?"
"You have been somewhat hurried with me, I say. If I remember rightly, I named no time, but spoke of the future. Could I have answered the message which I received from you, I would have postponed your visit for a week or so."
"Postponed it! Why,—I am to be married the day after to-morrow. It was just as much as I was able to do, to come here at all." Mr. Glascock now pushed his chair back from the table, and prepared himself to speak up. "Your wife expects her child now, and you will break her heart by refusing to send him."
"Nobody thinks of my heart, Mr. Glascock."
"But this is your own offer."
"Yes, it was my own offer, certainly. I am not going to deny my own words, which have no doubt been preserved in testimony against me."
"Mr. Trevelyan, what do you mean?" Then, when he was on the point of boiling over with passion, Mr. Glascock remembered that his companion was not responsible for his expressions. "I do hope you will let the child go away with me," he said. "You cannot conceive the state of his mother's anxiety, and she will send him back at once if you demand it."
"Is that to be in good faith?"
"Certainly, in good faith. I would lend myself to nothing, Mr. Trevelyan, that was not said and done in good faith."