“Of course I cut myself to-night. I always do when I go to the club.”
“Herbert, dear,” said Mrs. Heywood rather nervously.
“I—I suppose Clare is not going to bless you with a child?”
“In this flat!”
Herbert was startled and horrified. It was a great shock to him. He gazed round the little drawing-room rather wildly.
“Oh, Lord!” he said presently, when he had calmed down a little. “Don’t suggest such a thing. Besides, she is not.”
“Well, I’m nervous about her,” said Mrs. Heywood.
“Oh, rats, mother! I mean, don’t be so fanciful.”
“I don’t like this sudden craving for religion, Herbert. It’s unhealthy.”
“Devilish unhealthy,” said Herbert.