“And you? You will send me?” she answered.
“I?” he replied slowly. “No, I shall merely undo what I did before. My coming last time saved you from the fate which your taste for low company had earned. This time I stand aside and the result will be the same as if I had never come. There is, let me remind you, a minute gone.”
She looked at him, her face colourless, but her eyes undaunted. But the look was wasted, for he looked only at his watch.
“You are come, then,” she said, her voice shaking a little, “not to reproach me, but to insult me! To outrage me!”
“I have no thought of you,” he answered.
The words, the tone, lashed her in the face. Her nostrils quivered.
“You think only of your child!” she cried.
“That is all,” he answered. And then in the same passionless tone, “Do not waste time.”
“Do not——”
“Do not waste time!” he repeated. “That is all I have to say to you.”