“There is! The girl who is just going to have your child is staying near Mildenham, and I want to see how she is.”
He let go of her then, and recoiling against the divan, sat down. And Gyp thought: 'I'm sorry. I didn't mean to—but it serves him right.'
He muttered, in a dull voice:
“Oh, I hoped she was dead.”
“Yes! For all you care, she might be. I'm going, but you needn't be afraid that I shan't come back. I shall be back to-day week; I promise.”
He looked at her fixedly.
“Yes. You don't break your promises; you will not break it.” But, suddenly, he said again: “Gyp, don't go!”
“I must.”
He got up and caught her in his arms.
“Say you love me, then!”