“Stay,” he cried to the Earl, who had reached the door.
The latter turned with a look of inquiry on his face. But he had no doubt that he had won.
“You will not go to the Baron. Let him do his worst,” Gaunt said quietly.
“John, you cannot mean it. By our love I implore you to give way. I will bless you till my dying day. Think of the baby. Think of me, dearest. They will take you to prison—you, my husband. I cannot bear it, John.”
She sank back into a chair and covered her face with her hands, sobbing passionately.
“You cannot hesitate,” the Earl said harshly.
A knock at the door and Edward Drake entered.
“Gaunt, there is an inspector of police below. He wishes to see you,” he announced, and there was deep sympathy on his face.
“Mr. Drake, you have influence with my husband. He only has to send word to the Baron and the proceedings will be stopped,” Lady Mildred cried imploringly. “I know that you do not like me, but you are my husband’s friend. Advise him to consent.”
In her anguish Lady Mildred had clasped Drake’s hands and he stood there motionless, with his eyes fixed on Gaunt.