"But you'll have to leave him in any case. Divorce is simple enough. You know what I would have done, and done, also, in any case. Grace and I--"
"Yes, I know all about everything. Everything's past," she said despairingly. "We're dead. It's all over!"
"Yes, pretty soon. But I suppose you'll have to see Grace, and--to-night I'll have to see--"
He bowed his head. "Yes, we've got to pay that part first. The best we can do and all we can give ought to be enough for him."
She turned, left him, passing through the great doors to the central rooms within. Following her still, he found her at the stair and joined her. There approached them now, with hasty tread and face somewhat excited, the medical man who had been for so many days now in attendance upon Grace Rawn and her child. He had come on his morning visit unnoticed by them.
"Ah," he began, "I'm glad to find you, Mrs. Rawn--and you, Mr. Halsey--I've been looking for you--Come! Come quickly!" His face showed plainly his agitation.
"Is there anything wrong?" demanded Halsey sharply. "What's the trouble?"
"It is my duty to tell you the truth," began the doctor. "Your wife is a very sick woman, indeed."
"But not the worst until this morning, until just now. Something--"
"I've been here in the house waiting--why did you not call me?" began Halsey clumsily.
"You must not _wait_!" the doctor interrupted him, taking him by the arm and hastening toward the stairway.
They followed him up the stair, down the upper hall, to the rooms which had been set apart of late days for Grace and her child, quarters all too unfamiliar to Halsey himself.
They found Grace Halsey, faint and gasping, half sitting in her bed, clasping the child in her arms, herself too weak now longer to hold it up. Halsey, stricken with sudden horror, ran to take the child in his own arms.
The truth was obvious. Even as he lifted the poor crippled form in his arms, the head fell back, helpless. The eyes glazed, turned back uncovered. Halsey cried out aloud. He turned about, dazed; horror and helplessness were on his face. It was to Virginia Rawn he turned, as to the other part of himself.
It was Virginia Rawn who took from him the feeble, misshapen body, gathering it into her own arms. She gazed intently, frowning, grieving a woman's grief over suffering, bending over its face; her own face held back over it when she saw the truth. Then she passed him and placed the body of the child upon its cot near-by, covering it gently.