"But Amabel," with cold patience he urged; "if Hugh insists.--My poor girl, you have made your bed and you must lie on it. You can't expect your husband to give this child--this illegitimate child--his name. You can't expect him to accept it as his child." "No; I don't expect it," she said. "Well, what then? What's your alternative?" "I must go away with the child." "I tell you, Amabel, it's impossible," Bertram in his painful anxiety spoke with irritation. "You've got to consider our name--my name, my position, and your husband's. Heaven knows I want to be kind to you--do all I can for you; I've not once reproached you, have I? But you must be reasonable. Some things you must accept as your punishment. Unless Hugh is the most fantastically generous of men you'll have to part from the child." She sat silent. "You do consent to that?" Bertram insisted. She looked before her with that dull, that stupid look. "No," she replied. Bertram's patience gave way, "You are mad," he said. "Have you no consideration for me--for us? You behave like this--incredibly, in my mother's daughter--never a girl better brought up; you go off with that--that bounder;--you stay with him for a week--good heavens!--there'd have been more dignity if you'd stuck to him;--you chuck him, in one week, and then you come back and expect us to do as you think fit, to let you disappear and everyone know that you've betrayed your husband and had a child by another man. It's mad, I tell you, and it's impossible, and you've got to submit. Do you hear? Will you answer me, I say? Will you promise that if Hugh won't consent to fathering the child--won't consent to giving it his name--won't consent to having it, as his heir, disinherit the lawful children he may have by you--good heavens, I wonder if you realize what you are asking!--will you promise, I say, if he doesn't consent, to part from the child?" She did look rather mad, her brother thought, and he remembered, with discomfort, that women, at such times, did sometimes lose their reason. Her eyes with their dead gaze nearly frightened him, when, after all his violence, his entreaty, his abuse of her, she only, in an unchanged voice, said "No." He felt then the uselessness of protestation or threat; she must be treated as if she were mad; humored, cajoled. He was silent for a little while, walking up and down. "Well, I'll say no more, then. Forgive me for my harshness," he said. "You give me a great deal to bear, Amabel; but I'll say nothing now. I have your word, at all events," he looked sharply at her as the sudden suspicion crossed him, "I have your word that you'll stay quietly here--until you hear from me what Hugh says? You promise me that?" "Yes," his sister answered. He gave a sigh for the sorry relief.