“Perhaps there will be news from home waiting for us there. Lord, how I should love to know how things are going.’ ‘Oh so should I,’ cried Stephen. ‘Though it is not yet possible that there should be word of Diana and our daughter. Sometimes when I think of that little soul I grow quite lachrymose.’ ‘A few months of roaring and bawling and swaddling-clothes will soon cure you of that. You have to be a woman to bear babies.’ ‘So I have always understood,’ said Stephen.”
