giving herself the benefit of the doubt. How silly men were! Their part in procreation was so unimportant; it was the woman who carried the child through long months of uneasiness and bore it with pain, and yet a man because of his momentary connection made such preposterous claims. Why should that make any difference to him in his feeling towards the child? Then Kitty’s thoughts wandered to the child which she herself would bear; she thought of it not with emotion nor with a passion of maternity, but with an idle curiosity.
“I daresay you’d like to think it over a little,” said Walter, breaking the long silence.
“Think what?”
He turned a little as if he were surprised.
“About when you want to go?”
“But I don’t want to go.”
“Why not?”
“I like my work at the convent. I think I’m making myself useful. I should prefer to stay as long as you do.”
“I think I should tell you that in your present condition you are probably more liable to catch any infection that happens to be about.”
“I like the discreet way you put it,” she smiled ironically.
“You’re not staying for my sake?”
She hesitated. He little knew that now the strongest emotion he excited in her, and the most unexpected, was pity.
“No. You don’t love me. I often think I rather bore you.”
