He squeezed her hand. She let it lie motionless in his.
“But if it weren’t a boy?” he said, struck by a sudden reaction of doubt.
And the thought went, like an arrow, through him:
“What chance should I have then?”
“I know it will be a boy,” she answered.
“Why? Not because you sleep north and south!” he exclaimed, with a laughing allusion to the assertion of Herrick.
“I don’t.”
“I always thought the bed——”
“No, it’s east and west.”
“Fishermen say the dead sleep east and west.”