You needn't take a farthing. Leave even your own income to Bruce if you
like. You know I've five thousand a year now, Edith?'
'I didn't know it. But that has nothing on earth to do with it,' she
answered.
'Bosh! It has a great deal to do with it. I can afford to bring your
children up as well as Teddy, my boy. We can marry. And in a year or two
no one would think any more about it.'
'You bewilder me,' said Edith.
'I want to. Think it over. Don't be weak. I'm sorry, dear, to ask you to
take the blame on your side. It's unfair; but after all, perhaps, it's
straighter than waiting for an opportunity (which you could easily get
in time) of finding Bruce in the wrong.'
Her face expressed intense determination and disagreement with his
views.
'Don't answer me,' he said, 'think--'
'My dear boy, you must let me answer you. Will you listen to me?'
'Go on, Edith. I'll always listen to you.'
'You don't realise it, but you're not well,' she said.
He gave an impatient gesture.
'How like a woman! As soon as I talk sense you say I'm not well. A
broken leg doesn't affect the brain, remember.'
'No, Aylmer; I don't mean that.
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