“There is nothing to talk over. You know your duty. There is only one question, and that question is, are you going to do it?”
She stood for a long time, as though unable to make up her mind. Suddenly she put the whole thing aside. “It is too big a question to decide off-hand,” she said, walking away from him, her hands clenched. “Donald—” she turned—“I want to see Bobbie.” She took a step toward the bedroom door.
Donald stepped in front of her, blocking the way. “No!” he cried passionately. “No!”
“Donald! Don’t!” she exclaimed, alarmed at his manner.
“You cannot come in here.”
“I cannot see my own child? You dare tell me that?”
“Yes. You shall not see him. You shall not go near him, until you agree to do as I say.”
“You shall not do this!” she cried, her eyes blazing. “It is wrong—wrong!”
“Then come to your senses.”