“To me—in the woods or the open fields? You forget who I am, Renny.”
No insistence or argument on my part could alter her determination. Return she would, then and there.
“Well,” I said at last, hopeless of shaking her, “how shall I convey the money to you?”
“Jason shall come and fetch it.”
“Jason?”
“Yes. I can’t leave the child again. Besides, it will be better for him to move and act than sit still always watching and waiting.”
“Very well, then. Let him come when he likes. To-morrow I will get the money.”
She came and took my hand and looked up in my face. “Good-by, you good man,” she said. “Give me one kiss, Renny.”
I stooped and touched her cheek with my lips.
“That is for the baby,” I said, “and God bless Zyp and the little one.”