"And now I understand she's going to marry again--and of course I can't
give up my son."
"She wants you to, eh?"
Ralph again assented.
Moffatt swung his chair about and leaned back in it, stretching out his
plump legs and contemplating the tips of his varnished boots. He hummed
a low tune behind inscrutable lips.
"That's what you want the money for?" he finally raised his head to ask.