“I don’t want him to stop!”
“Oh! you’re not in earnest, then; you are going to marry him, after all? See here, Eve, I’ll be good; I’ll never tell him, I’ll promise.”
“No,” said Eve, letting her hands fall; “I gave him up when I said, ‘If I can only save baby!’” Her face had grown white again, her voice dull.
“What are you afraid of? Hell? At least you would have had Paul here. I should care more for that than for anything else.”
“We’re alike!” said Eve.
“If we are, do it, then; I should. It’s a muddle, but that is the best way out of it.”
“You don’t understand,” Eve replied. “What I’m afraid of is Paul himself.”
“Yes.”
“I told you I wouldn’t tell.”