“May I see him playing?”
“Don’t be silly. Of course.”
“I thought I had better ask. Being the perambulating plague-spot I am, I was not taking any risks.”
“How horribly self-centred you are! You will talk as if you were in some special sort of quarantine. I keep on telling you it’s the same for all of us.”
“I suppose when I’m with him I shall have to be sterilized?”
“I don’t think it necessary myself, but Aunt Lora does, so it’s always done. It humours her, and it really isn’t any trouble. Besides, it may be necessary after all. One never knows, and it’s best to be on the safe side.”
Kirk laid down his cigar firmly, the cold cigar which stress of emotion had made him forget to keep alight.
“Ruth, old girl,” he said earnestly, “this is pure lunacy.”
Ruth’s fingers wandered idly through his hair. She did not speak for some moments.
“You will be good about it, won’t you, Kirk dear?” she said at last.