“You mean you’ll stay on in Paris a while?”
“No! I mean never go back to Wragby.”
He was bothered by his own little problems, and sincerely hoped he was getting none of hers to shoulder.
“How’s that, all at once?” he asked.
“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.”
There was a long pause.
“And what are your plans?”
“I don’t know. That’s the point.”
“No patching it up with Clifford?”