“Dear little chap!” said Bruce Evelin, with a very great tenderness in his voice. “Dion, we shall have to concentrate on Robin.”
Dion looked at him with inquiry.
“Poor Beattie, I don’t think she’ll have a child.”
“Beattie! Not ever?”
“I’m afraid not.”
Dion was shocked and startled.
“But I haven’t heard a word—” he began.
“No. Both Beattie and Guy feel it terribly. I had a talk with Beattie’s doctor to-day.”
“How dreadful! I’m sorry. But——” He paused.
He didn’t like to ask intimate questions about Beattie.