She said nothing, but looked up at him, then dropped her face in her hands.
"You do care for him, Lali," he said earnestly, almost solemnly, his lips twitching slightly.

"You must care for him; it is his right; and he will--I swear to you I know he will--care for you." In his own mind there was another thought, a hard, strange thought; and it had to do with the possibility of his brother not caring for this wife.
Still she did not speak.
"To a good woman, with a good husband," he continued, "there is no one--there should be no one--like the father of her child.

And no woman ever loved her child more than you do yours." He knew that this was special pleading.
She trembled, and then dropped her cheek beside the child's.

"I want Frank to be happy," he went on; "there is no one I care more for than for Frank." She lifted her face to him now, in it a strange light.

Then her look ran to confusion, and she seemed to read all that he meant to convey.