To go as he is, with the mud up to his lips--ah, can't you see! He is the father of my dead child.

I like to feel that he may make some thing of his life and of himself yet.

That's why I haven't tried to divorce him, and--" "If you ever want to do so--" he interrupted, meaningly.
"Yes, I know.

I have always been sure that nothing could be quite so easy; but I waited, on the chance of something getting hold of him which would lift him out of himself, give him something to think of so much greater than himself, some cause, perhaps--" "He had you and your unborn child," he intervened.
"Me--!" She laughed bitterly.

"I don't think men would ever be better because of me.