“I’m going to have a child.”

It was the first time she had uttered the words to any living soul, and it seemed to mark a cleavage in her life.

“How do you know?” said her father.

She smiled.

“How should I know!”

“But not Clifford’s child, of course?”

“No! Another man’s.”

She rather enjoyed tormenting him.

“Do I know the man?” asked Sir Malcolm.

“No! You’ve never seen him.”