"I don't see how she's to grow up. It makes me feel so awfully responsible. The world isn't an entirely pretty place, you know, and it seems such a cruel shame to bring a child like that into it. Doesn't it?"
"Yes."
"Somehow I think you'll understand her, Kitty."
"Yes, Robert, I understand."
She came to him. She laid her hand on the sleeve of his coat, and stood by him. Her eyes were shining through some dew that was not tears.
"What is it, Kitty?"
"Will you marry me soon?" she said. "Very soon?" she whispered. "I—I can't wait." She hid her face against his arm.
He thought it was the motherhood in her that was moved, that pleaded, impatient for its hour.
"Why should we wait? Do you suppose I want to?"