Yet she will urge him on.

Suppose it was she put the idea into his head!" Then he threw back his head, shaking the long brown hair, browner than Carnac's, from his forehead.

"Suppose she did this thing--she who was all mine for one brief moment! Suppose she--" Every nerve tingled; every drop of blood beat hard against his walls of flesh; his every vicious element sprang into life.
"But no--but no, she would not do it.

She would not teach her son to destroy his own father.

But something must have told him to come and listen to me, to challenge me in his own mind, and then--then this thing!" He stared at the paper, leaning over the table, as though it were a document of terror.
"I must go on: I must uphold the policy for which I've got the assent of the Government." Suddenly his hands clenched.