"I do not want any children," said Muriel, suddenly.
"No children? You wish no children?" gasped her inquisitor. "You choose to marry, and yet you want no children? But why then did madame marry?"
Muriel rose.
"For reasons that you cannot understand," she said. "We must go now," she added; and she touched Jim's arm. "Come," she said to him; "let's go, Jim."
Stainton turned slowly.
"What's the hurry?" he asked.
"It must be after one o'clock," said Muriel.
"But we are in Montmartre."
"Yes—and we have still a great deal of it to see before daylight, I believe."
Jim rose.