"Forget?" he said. "You know nobody forgets. It's not a question of memory."
She wanted to say: "What then?" but she didn't. Instead, she said in a mute kind of voice: "I told Clifford I might have a child."
Now he really looked at her, intense and searching.
"You did?" he said at last. "And what did he say?"
"Oh, he wouldn't mind. He'd be glad, really, so long as it seemed to be his." She dared not look up at him.
He was silent a long time, then he gazed again on her face.
"No mention of me, of course?" he said.
"No. No mention of you," she said.
"No, he'd hardly swallow me as a substitute breeder.—Then where are you supposed to be getting the child?"
"I might have a love affair in Venice," she said.