"What? Tell me."
"Well--you see--"
"You mean the baby? I know it's awful. You needn't tell me that, Nicky."
He stared at her.
"I mean it's so awful for it."
She thought he had been thinking of himself and her.
"Why should it be?"
"Why? There isn't any why. It just is. I know it is."
He was thinking of Veronica.
"You see," he said simply, "that's why this sort of thing is such a rotten game. It's so hard on the kiddy. I suppose you didn't think of that. You couldn't have, or else you wouldn't--"