In spite of himself he was touched.
“I won’t pretend I haven’t.... It was a bit of a shock to me, you know. I’d never expected anything like that. I thought that you—that we were so—close—nothing could come between us.”
“Couldn’t you forget it? Al, it’s hard for me to—to beg like this! I can’t say anything more. I only ask you if you’re willing to start again.”
That was a voice which he found it hard indeed to withstand, a face that moved him beyond measure. Yet he was passionately anxious that no new mistake should be made.
“But what guarantee would we have that we’d do any better?” he cried.
“I think—” she began. “I think it would be different—now.”
“But why, Andrée? Do you see things differently? I mean—”
She had begun to cry a little.
“You see, Al ... there’s going to be a baby....”
“What!” he cried. His face had turned quite pale. “What! My God! Really?”