"Well, no; I'd have no objection, if——" and here she slapped her pocket expressively, by way of finishing the sentence.
"Money shall be no object; but remember, the world must think it is your own—I am never to be troubled about it more."
"All right—I understand," said the nurse, nodding her head sagely. "S'pose it's the little one in there?"
"It is. Can you take it away now?"
"To-night?"
"Yes."
"But laws! ain't it too cold and stormy. Better wait till to-morrow."
"No," was the quick and peremptory answer. "To-night, now, within this very hour, it must be removed; and I am never to hear of it more."
"And the poor young lady? Seems sorter hard, now don't it? she'll take on wonderfully, I'm feared."
A spasm of pain passed over his handsome face, and for a moment he was silent. Then, looking up, he said, with brief sternness: