“You’ve been thinking a great deal to-day of our boy, haven’t you?” he said.
“Yes.”
“Suppose we did have a boy and lost him?”
“Lost him?”
Her voice sounded suddenly almost hostile.
“Such a thing has happened to parents. It might happen to us.”
“I don’t believe it would happen to me,” Rosamund said, with a sort of curious, almost cold decision.
“But why not?”
“What made you think of such a thing?”
“I don’t know. Perhaps it was because of what you said this morning about grief, and then about bracing up and finding a firm voice to utter one’s ‘farewell.’”