She went on in a voice rather breathless: "I know what I'm doing--exactly--just what I'm getting into.

It's not as it was when you were young--it's different--we talk of these things.

Harold and I have talked it all out." In the brief and dangerous pause which followed Roger kept looking at the wall.
"Have you talked--about having children ?" "Yes," came the answer sharply, and then he felt the hot clutch of her hand.

"Hadn't you better go now, dad ?" He hesitated.
"No," he said.

His voice was low.