"You couldn't bring that child home," he said, with more than a touch of firmness. "A child like that! ... In our home! My dear, how could you wish such a thing in view of his parentage?" "It is on account of his parentage I wish it," Prudence answered quietly. "He is a Graynor, Edward. I want to give him a chance--a chance to grow up honest and decent living, a chance to become a better man than his father." "You talk as though the child were your responsibility," he complained. "It's nothing to do with us." "Not directly, no," she said. "Nor indirectly," he insisted. "There isn't the faintest reason why you should assume responsibility." "There is every reason," she urged. "He is a child launched evilly into a world which shows little sympathy for these children. His life will be a hard one with no good nor kindly influences surrounding it. There are numberless cases like this--little children brought into the world shamefully, and left to drift. It is not surprising that they grow up to become bad citizens; it would be surprising if they didn't. I want to give one of these small citizens his chance. The knowledge that he is closely akin to me makes me more earnest in this wish. We are childless people, Edward; we could do this without injuring any one. Are you very set against it?" She paused, and gazed inquiringly into his grave face, while he looked back at her for a long minute in silence, looked into the blue eyes, raised to his with a frank trustfulness he had never beheld in them before; and he knew that he could not refuse her her wish, however distasteful the idea of introducing this child into his home might be. Still gazing steadily into her quiet eyes, he said: "You wish to give this child his chance? I don't like the idea, but I have no doubt it is none the less right because it is objectionable to me. I withdraw my opposition. Give him his chance, Prudence. And in return let me ask a favour of you." "What is that?" she said. He did not take his eyes from hers. He remained standing before her, observing her with such a yearning wistfulness in his face that her heart went out to him in pity because she had no love to offer in return for the love he still bore for her. "What is the favour, dear?" she asked. "Give me also a chance," he said hoarsely, and held out his hands to her, and waited. Prudence put her hands into his, and the tears were in her eyes.