He looked back at her mercilessly. "Never is a long time, Lady Evesham. Do you think he will be kept at arm's length when you are through your trouble? Do you think--whatever his sins--that he has no claim upon you? Mind, I don't like him. I never did and I never shall. But you--you are sworn to him." He had never spoken so to her before. She flinched as if he had struck her with a whip. She put her hands over her face, saying no word. He stood for a few moments stern, implacable, looking down at her. Then very suddenly his attitude changed. His face softened. He stooped and touched her shoulder. "Avery!" His voice was low and vehement; he spoke into her ear. "When you first kicked him out, I was mean enough to feel glad. But I soon saw--that he took all that is vital in you with him. Avery,--my dear,--for God's sake--have him back!" She did not speak or move, save for a spasmodic shuddering that shook her whole frame. He bent lower. "Avery, I say, can't you--for the baby's sake--anyway consider it?" She flung out her hands with a cry. "The child is cursed! The child will die!" There was terrible conviction in the words. She lifted a tortured face. "Oh, don't you see," she said piteously, "how impossible it is for me? Don't--don't say any more!" "I won't," said Tudor. He took the outflung hands and held them closely, restrainingly, soothingly. "I won't," he said again. "Forgive me for saying so much! Poor girl! Poor girl!" His lips quivered a little as he said it, but his hold was full of sustaining strength. She grew gradually calmer, and finally submitted to the gentle pressure with which he laid her back in her chair. "You are always so very good to me," she said presently. "I sometimes wonder how I ever came to--to--" She stopped herself abruptly. "To refuse me?" said Tudor quietly. "I always knew why, Lady Evesham. It was because you loved another man. It has been the case for as long as I have known you." He turned from her with the words wholly without emotion and took up his stand on the hearth-rug. "Now may I talk to you about your health?" he said professionally. She leaned forward slowly. "Dr. Tudor, first will you make me a promise?" He smiled a little. "I don't think so. I never do make promises." "Just this once!" she pleaded anxiously. "Because it means a great deal to me." "Well?" said Tudor. "It is only--" she paused a moment, breathing quickly--"only that you will not--whatever the circumstances--let Piers be sent for." "I can't promise that," said Tudor at once. She clasped her hands beseechingly. "You must--please--you must!" He shook his head. "I can't. I will undertake that he shall not come to you against your will. I can't do more than that." "Do you suppose you could keep him out?" Avery said, a note of quivering bitterness in her voice. "I am quite sure I can," Tudor answered steadily. "Don't trouble yourself on that head! I swear that, unless you ask for him, he shall not come to you."