It wasn't until they were back in London and driving through the rainy city that David asked in a low voice pitch so that the driver could not hear him, 'When is it due?'

She didn't want to answer but after some time she muttered, 'June'.

David was silent for sometime, she could almost hear him thinking. Then he said, 'Have you made any plans yet? Will you marry the father?'

She shook her head, looking out the window, her pale profile rigid.

She hoped Davi d would stop asking questions but he ...