His eyes looked coldly back at her.
Mrs.Lorimer caught her breath on a little sob.

"Will not this little one--be just as much so ?" she whispered.
He began to draw his hand away from her.

"My dear Adelaide, we will not be foolishly sentimental.

What must be, must.

I am afraid I must ask you to run away now as I have yet to put the finishing touches to my sermon.
Perhaps you will kindly request young Evesham on my behalf to make a little less noise." He deliberately put her from him, and prepared to rise.