But, if such separation did come, where could she live, what could she do, what position in the world would she possess?
Would not her face be, in truth, veiled as effectually as though she had disgraced herself and her husband?
And then there was that terrible question about the child.

Mrs.
Trevelyan had said a dozen times to her sister that her husband could not take the boy away from her.

Nora, however, had never assented to this, partly from a conviction of her own ignorance, not knowing what might be the power of a husband in such a matter, and partly thinking that any argument would be good and fair by which she could induce her sister to avoid a catastrophe so terrible as that which was now threatened.
"I suppose he could take him, if he chose," she said at last.
"I don't believe he is wicked like that," said Mrs.Trevelyan.

"He would not wish to kill me." "But he will say that he loves baby as well as you do." "He will never take my child from me.

He could never be so bad as that." "And you will never be so bad as to leave him," said Nora after a pause.