“I didn’t say that. The fact is, Dion”—and now she again looked at him, “I have always thought of our child as a boy. That’s why your question almost startled me. I have never even once thought of having a girl. I don’t know why.”
“I think I do.”
“Why then?”
“The thought was born of the desire. You wanted our child to be a son and so you thought of it as a son.”
“Perhaps that was it.”
“Wasn’t it?”
He spoke with a certain pressure. She remained silent for a moment, and two little vertical lines appeared in her forehead. Then she said:
“Yes, I believe it was. And you?”
“I confess that when yesterday we spoke of a child I was thinking all the time about a boy.”
She gazed at him with something visionary in her eyes, which made them look for a moment like the eyes of a woman whom he had not seen till now. Then she said quietly: