‘He will care when it is there.’
And I was so happy myself, so full of happiness, that nothing
else could matter very much.
Next day I went down into Oxford Street to shop, and I looked
at the people in the bus, and thought:
‘Which of these women have had children? How many of them have
known this wonderful thing?’
Most of them probably had known it and yet they looked quite
ordinary, quite dull and unexcited, and thinking of dull little
things. I felt then that I could never be the same again, that
I could not even look the same as I had a few months ago.