“Your duty,” said Christie Bayle, and with throbbing brain he turned and left the house.
Volume Two—Chapter Seven.
Christie Bayle Changes his Mind.
“God help me! What shall I do?” groaned Christie Bayle, as he paced his room hour after hour into the night. A dozen times over he had been on the point of going to Thickens, awakening him and forcing him to declare that he would keep the fearful discovery a secret until something could be done.
“It is too horrible,” he said. “Poor Millicent! The disgrace! It would kill her.”
He went to the desk and began to examine his papers and his bank-book.
Then he relocked his desk and paced the room again. “Julie, my poor little child, too. The horror and disgrace to rest upon her little innocent head. Oh, it is too dreadful! Will morning never come?”
The hours glided slowly by, and that weary exclamation rose to his lips again and again: