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That night, when Douglas came to her bed, Evie told him she had been to see the doctor. ‘I wanted to be sure before I told you, but it looks like we’re going to have a baby. Apparently, it will be in about six months.’
Douglas’s face was transfigured for a moment by amazement and joy, but to Evie’s horror his expression quickly changed to anger.
‘You’re pregnant and thought it was a good idea to fling yourself around a tennis court all day? What the hell do you think you’re doing! You’re putting my child at risk.’
Evie gaped at him, taken aback. ‘But I asked the doctor and he said exercise was a good thing. He says it’s a lot of old-fashioned stuff and nonsense that pregnant women should go into a kind of purdah.’
‘Going for a gentle walk, he means. Maybe a couple of lengths of the
