“I think it has,” said his son. “You told me nothing about this, you know.”
“I was not aware of it myself,” replied his father.
“Now that I know, I shall have nothing further to do with this,” continued the young man. “I’m not going to help you wrong Sisily.”
“I hardly expected such lofty moral sentiments from you,” said Austin, with a dark glance.
His son flushed as though there was a hidden sting behind the jibe. He appeared to be about to say something more, but checked himself, and went back to his seat by the window.
“Is there no way of keeping this matter quiet, Robert?” said his sister imploringly.
“I see none,” was the rejoinder. “It is a very painful disclosure, but I think it is inevitable. Do you not agree with me, Austin?”
“Do not ask my opinion,” his brother coldly replied. “It is for you to decide.”
Robert Turold paused irresolutely. “What do you say, Ravenshaw?” he said, glancing round at the silent figure of the doctor. “I asked you to be present this afternoon to have the benefit of your advice. I owe much to you, so I beg you to speak freely.”
“Since you have asked my advice,” said Dr. Ravenshaw gravely, “I say that I entirely agree with Mrs. Pendleton. Your first duty is to Sisily. She should out-weigh all other considerations. If you make her illegitimacy public you may live to be sorry for having done so.”