没提到你。”她说。

"No, he'd hardly swallow me as a substitute breeder. Then where are you supposed to be getting the child?” "I might have a love-affair in Venice," she said.

“不行，若我是孩子的生父，他恐怕很难接受。那么，你打算在何处怀上孩子呢？”“我可以去威尼斯找个情人。”她说。

"You might," he replied slowly. "So that's why you're going?” "Not to have the love-affair," she said, looking up at him, pleading.

“当然可以。”他缓缓应道。“这才是你去哪儿的原因？”“并非如此。”她抬头望着他，为自己辩解道。

"Just the appearance of one," he said.

“只是做做样子。”他说。

There was silence. He sat staring out the window, with a faint grin, half mockery, half bitterness, on his face. She hated his grin.

沉默再度降临。他望向窗外，微微咧嘴笑着，半是讽刺，半是苦涩。她讨厌他咧嘴的笑容。

"You've not taken any precautions against having a child then?” He asked her suddenly. "Because I haven't.” "No," she said faintly. "I should hate that." He looked at her, then again with the peculiar subtle grin out of the window. There was a tense silence.

“你没采取任何措施，以免怀孕吗？”他冷不防地提出疑问。“因为我没采取过措施。”“没有。”她低声说。“我讨厌那样做。”他盯着她，然后嘴角又露出那淡淡的苦笑，目光移向窗外。沉默的空气变得异常