I do not know you--not even your name.

I don't wish to know you.

For this consideration you take the child away.
That is the end of it between you and me.

The child is your own as much as if he were born to you, and you can do with him as you please.

And now go." Mrs.Dinneford waved her hand.
"His name ?" queried the woman.
"He has no name!" Mrs.Dinneford stamped her foot in angry impatience.
The woman stooped down, and taking up the basket, tucked the covering that had been laid over the baby close about its head, so that no one could see what she carried, and went off without uttering another word.
It was some moments before either Mrs.Dinneford or the nurse spoke.
Mrs.Bray was first to break silence.
"All this means a great deal more than you have counted on," she said, in a voice that betrayed some little feeling.