“And make our fortunes ten times worse. You would be torn from us. What are poverty and disgrace to that?”
“You are cruel,” said Sir Risdon bitterly. “I must, woman; I tell you I must. If this poor child should ever know into what a pit I have allowed myself to be led, how can I ever look her in the face again?”
“It would kill her for you to be taken away, to be punished, perhaps, for that which you could hardly help.”
“No, she would soon forget.”
“And I should soon forget?” said Lady Graeme reproachfully.
Sir Risdon turned to her wildly, as she laid her head upon his breast.
“If you were taken from us, it would kill me too,” she said tenderly; and then in silence, they bore their insensible child into the forbidding-looking house.