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Chapter 12
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Helaughedatheragain,withmockinghumour.
’Butwhyareyouinabadtemper?’sheasked.’Doyoumeanyouarealwaysinabadtemper?’
’Prettywell,’hesaid,laughing.’Idon’tquitedigestmybile.’
’Butwhatbile?’shesaid.
’Bile!’hesaid.’Don’tyouknowwhatthatis?’Shewassilent,anddisappointed.Hewastakingnonoticeofher.
’I’mgoingawayforawhilenextmonth,’shesaid.
’Youare!Whereto?’
’Venice!WithSirClifford?Forhowlong?’
’Foramonthorso,’shereplied.’Cliffordwon’tgo.’
’He’llstayhere?’heasked.
’Yes!Hehatestotravelasheis.’
’Ay,poordevil!’hesaid,withsympathy.Therewasapause.
’Youwon’tforgetmewhenI’mgone,willyou?’sheasked.Againheliftedhiseyesandlookedfullather.
’Forget?’hesaid.’Youknownobodyforgets.It’snotaquestionofmemory;’
Shewantedtosay:’Whenthen?’butshedidn’t.Instead,shesaidinamutekindofvoice:’ItoldCliffordImighthaveachild.’
Nowhereallylookedather,intenseandsearching.
’Youdid?’hesaidatlast.’Andwhatdidhesay?’
’Oh,hewouldn’tmind.He’dbeglad,really,solongasitseemedtobehis.’Shedarednotlookupathim.
Hewassilentalongtime,thenhegazedagainonherface.
’Nomentionofme,ofcourse?’hesaid.
’No.Nomentionofyou,’shesaid.
’No,he’dhardlyswallowmeasasubstitutebreeder.Thenwhereareyousupposedtobegettingthechild?’
’Imighthavealove-affairinVenice,’shesaid.
’Youmight,’herepliedslowly.
