"I don't want it—now."
"And you'll have to—to work."
"Yes, I know." Her chin was still bravely lifted.
"There can't be any—maid now."
"Then you'll have to eat—what I cook!" She drew in her breath with a hysterical little laugh that was half a sob.
"You darling! I shall love it!" He caught her to himself in a revulsion of feeling that was as ardent as it was sudden. "Only I'll so hate to have you do it, sweetheart—it's so messy and doughy!"
"Nonsense!"
"You told me it was."
"But I didn't know then—what they were saying about me. Burke, they just shan't say I'm dragging you down."
"Indeed they shan't, darling."