And now I'm going to have a baby, he wants to give me a hundred pounds and send me into the country, so that he would never see me nor hear of me again.

But I'm not going to do it, after--' A queer look came over Gerald's face.
'Are you going to have a child ?' he asked incredulous.

It seemed, to look at her, impossible, she was so young and so far in spirit from any child-bearing.
She looked full into his face, and her dark, inchoate eyes had now a furtive look, and a look of a knowledge of evil, dark and indomitable.
A flame ran secretly to his heart.
'Yes,' she said.

'Isn't it beastly ?' 'Don't you want it ?' he asked.
'I don't,' she replied emphatically.
'But--' he said, 'how long have you known ?' 'Ten weeks,' she said.
All the time she kept her dark, inchoate eyes full upon him.

He remained silent, thinking.