Cresswell drooped a bit after eating, hesitated, and reflected. He had acted too cavalierly in this Civic Club mess, he concluded, and yet he would not back down. He’d go see her and pet her a bit, but be firm.
He opened her boudoir door gently, and she stood before him radiant, clothed in silk and lace, her hair loosened. He paused, astonished. But she threw herself upon his neck, with a joyful, half hysterical cry.
‚ÄúI will give it all up‚ÅÝ‚Äîeverything! Willingly, willingly!‚Äù Her voice dropped abruptly to a tremulous whisper. ‚ÄúOh, Harry! I‚ÅÝ‚ÄîI am to be the mother of a child!‚Äù