Your obedient servant,
THOMAS.
The eyes of the husband and wife met silently. She was the first to speak.
"Do they know?"
Chester shook his head.
"You'll tell them, of course?"
"I haven't made up my mind."
The baby was jabbering loudly on the bed—he was very noisy; it was not easy for her to hear what was said.
"I'm sure you ought to tell them!" she cried, passionately.
"Perhaps so. But I'd like to think it over."
A subtle terror slid over her face. "What can they do to you? I don't know about such things. Is there any—law?"