So any man might appear, with his first infant; but to Sylvia it
seemed the most tragic sight she had ever seen in her life. She gave
a low cry, "Douglas!" and he turned, and she saw his face was
working with the feeling he was ashamed for anyone to see. "Oh,
Douglas," she whispered, "I'm so _sorry_ for you!" At which Aunt
Varina decided that it was time for her to make her escape.
4. But the trouble between these two were not such as could be
settled by any burst of emotion. The next day they were again in a
dispute, for he had come to ask her word of honour that she would
never see me again, and would give him my letters to be returned
unopened. This last was what she had let her father do in the case
of Frank Shirley; and she had become certain in her own mind that
she had done wrong.
But he was insistent in his demand; declaring that it should be
obvious to her there could be no peace of mind for him so long as my
influence continued in her life.
"But surely," protested Sylvia, "to hear Mary Abbott's
explanation----"
"There can be no explanation that is not an insult to your husband,
and to those who are caring for you. I am speaking in this matter
not merely for myself, but for your physicians, who know this woman,
heard her menaces and her vulgarity.
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