"It is not to see me," she said, trembling, trying to humour him, "it is baby. Oh! you will let me send for the doctor?"
"No doctor or other man shall come here," he said with fury; "I know you now, you are full of tricks, and if a doctor came you would tell him."
"I would tell him about my baby!" she cried. "Oh, if ever you cared for me, if ever you loved me, you will let me see a doctor for my child!"
He watched her for a moment or two, with half-closed eyes, cunningly, triumphantly, and curiously, and then he pushed her out of the room.
She rushed to the front door and beat helplessly upon it with her hands, and he heard her, and came out and tried to stop her, on her way upstairs.
"If you try and leave the house I will lock you up," he said, maliciously; "and your pretty baby may cry its eyes out, but you shan't see it."
A new terror sent her flying upstairs to its side.
The nurse, frightened and grieved, volunteered to go, whatever happened.
"But he may not let me in when I come back," she added.
To Margaret, watching her child suffer, what did this matter?