At the bottom of her heart was the hope that the child would be still-born. She did no more than hint it, but Philip saw that the thought was there. He was shocked at first; and then, reasoning with himself, he was obliged to confess that for all concerned such an event was to be desired.
“It’s all very fine to say this and that,” Mildred remarked querulously, “but it’s jolly difficult for a girl to earn her living by herself; it doesn’t make it any easier when she’s got a baby.”
“Fortunately you’ve got me to fall back on,” smiled Philip, taking her hand.
“You’ve been good to me, Philip.”
“Oh, what rot!”
“You can’t say I didn’t offer anything in return for what you’ve done.”
“Good heavens, I don’t want a return. If I’ve done anything for you, I’ve done it because I love you. You owe me nothing. I don’t want you to do anything unless you love me.”
He was a little horrified by her feeling that her body was a commodity which she could deliver indifferently as an acknowledgment for services rendered.
“But I do want to, Philip. You’ve been so good to me.”
“Well, it won’t hurt for waiting. When you’re all right again we’ll go for our little honeymoon.”