ne going to do?"

"Ah--that's what I wanted to ask you about."

"You needn't ask me. You want her to stay and look after them just the
same?"

"No, not just the same. I want her to stay and she won't. She says it
wouldn't be fair to you."

"But--if she only would, that would make it all so easy. You see, I
could look after you, and she could look after them."

"You don't want to be bored with them?"

"You know that isn't what I mean. I don't want them to suffer."

"Why _should_ they suffer?" There was some irritation in his tone.

"Because I don't think, Robert, I'm really fit to bring up children."

"I think you are. And I don't mean anybody else to bring them up. If
you're my wife, Kitty, you're their mother."

"And they're to be mine as well as yours?"

"As much yours as you can make them, dear."

"Oh, how you trust me. That's what makes me so afraid. And--do you
think they'll really love me?"

"Trust _them_--for that."

"You asked me if I could care for you, Robert; you never asked me if I
could care for them. You trusted me for that!"

"I could have forgiven you if you couldn't care for _me_."

"But you couldn't forgive me if I didn't care for them? Is that it?"

"No; I simply couldn't understand any woman not caring for them. I think
you _will_ like the little things, when you've seen them."

"I'll promise you one thing. I won't be jealous of them."

"Jealous? Why on earth should you be?"

"Some women are. I was afraid I might be that sort."

"Why?"

"Because--oh, because I care for you so awfully. But that's just it.
That's why I can't be jealous of them. They're yours, you see. I can't
separate them from you."

"Well, well, let's wait until you've seen them."

"Don't you believe me, Robert? Women _do_ love their children before
they've seen them. I don't need to see them. I _have_ seen them. I saw
them all last night."

She looked away from him, brooding, as if she still saw them.

"There's only one person I could be jealous of, and I'm not jealous of
her any more."

"Poor little Jane."

"It wasn't Jane. It was their mother. I mean it was your wife."

He turned and looked at her. There was amazement in his kind, simple
face.

"I suppose you think that's fiendish of me?"

He did not reply.

"But--Robert--I'm not jealous of her any more. I don't care if she was
your wife."

"Kitty, my dear child----"

"I don't care if she had ten children and _I_ never had one. It's got