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’A little dull for you, going back to Wragby,’ said her fa-
ther, noticing her glumness.
’I’m not sure I shall go back to Wragby,’ she said, with
startling abruptness, looking into his eyes with her big blue
eyes. His big blue eyes took on the frightened look of a man
whose social conscience is not quite clear.
’You mean you’ll stay on in Paris a while?’
’No! I mean never go back to Wragby.’
He was bothered by his own little problems, and sincere-
ly hoped he was getting none of hers to shoulder.
’How’s that, all at once?’ he asked.
’I’m going to have a child.’
It was the first time she had uttered the words to any liv-
ing soul, and it seemed to mark a cleavage in her life.
’How do you know?’ said her father.
She smiled.
’How SHOULD I know?’
’But not Clifford’s child, of course?’
’No! Another man’s.’
She rather enjoyed tormenting him.
’Do I know the man?’ asked Sir Malcolm.
’No! You’ve never seen him.’
There was a long pause.
’And what are your plans?’
’I don’t know. That’s the point.’
’No patching it up with Clifford?’
’I suppose Clifford would take it,’ said Connie. ‘He told
me, after last time you talked to him, he wouldn’t mind if I
had a child, so long as I went about it discreetly.’

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