“I am going to have a baby,” she said haltingly.
“Oh! A baby? You are going to have a baby?”
All the pleasantness had gone from his face.
“Yes,” she answered; “and the baby is....” She hesitated in confusion. Then: “Yes, I am going to have a little baby,” she added.
There was a long silence during which Onias drew away from her.
“Are you glad?” he asked at length.
Her hands were clasped very tightly, and she pulled savagely at the wedding-ring she was wearing.
“I don’t know,” she answered.
The waiter returned to their table with their drinks. Onias gulped his down hastily.
“I am going to Marseilles to-morrow,” he said casually.