"Of course I do—" and Amaryllis controlled her uneasy bashfulness. She really wished to talk to her friend.
"Who told you about it?" she asked.
"Denzil."
Amaryllis drew in her breath suddenly. Verisschenzko's eyes were looking her through and through.
"Denzil—?"
"Yes,—he is glad that there may be the possibility of a son for the family."
"How do you feel about it? It is an enormous responsibility to have children."
"I feel that—I want to do the wisest things from the beginning—"
"You must take great care of yourself, and always remain serene. Never let your mind become agitated by speculation as to the presently, keep all thoughts fixed upon the now."
Amaryllis looked at him a little troubled. What did he know? Something tangible, or were these views of his just applicable to any case? Her eyes were full of question and pleading.