“This is the mother, Mrs. D’Alloi.”
“Yes? Yes?”
Peter raised his eyes to Helen’s and looked at her. Then he said quietly:
“And Watts—will tell you that—I am its father.”
CHAPTER XXXV.
RUNNING AWAY.
The dramatic pause which followed Peter’s statement was first broken by Mrs. D’Alloi, who threw her arms about Watt’s neck, and cried: “Oh! my husband. Forgive me, forgive me for the suspicion!”
Peter turned to Celestine. “Madame,” he said. “We are not wanted here.” He unlocked the door into the hall, and stood aside while she passed out, which she did quietly. Another moment found the two on the sidewalk. “I will walk with you to your hotel, if you will permit me?” Peter said to her.
“Certainly,” Celestine replied. Nothing more was said in the walk of ten blocks. When they reached the hotel entrance, Peter asked: “Can you see me for a few moments?”
“Yes. Come to my private parlor.” They took the elevator, and were but a moment in reaching that apartment.