“I suppose so,” said Thyrsis.
“It’s a crime not only against the law—it’s a crime against God. And it’s the curse of our age!”
There was a pause.
“What’s the matter with Corydon, anyway?” demanded the doctor.
“She’s so young!” cried Thyrsis.
“Nonsense! She’s nineteen now, isn’t she? And she couldn’t be in better condition.”
“But she’s so undeveloped—mentally, I mean.”
“There’s nothing in the world will develop her like maternity. And can’t you see that she wants the baby?”
“Wants it!” shouted Thyrsis.
“Why, of course! She’s dead in love with you, boy. And she wants the baby! Why shouldn’t she have it?”