"You're a good wife, Molly; and a good friend.... I wish you had a baby."
"I'm—going to."
They looked at each other a moment; then Strelsa caught her in her arms.
"Really?"
Molly nodded:
"That's why I worry about Jim taking chances in his aeroplane."
"He mustn't! He's got to stop! What can he be thinking of!" cried Strelsa indignantly.
"But he—doesn't know."
"You haven't told him?"
"No."