Turning from the window, Pat smiled and said, "Oh, it's too soon to know, but one of the inevitable results of two people of opposite sexes making love is that a child is born, you know."
"Child?" he repeated.
"Imagine," Pat went on not noticing that her man looked as if he had been pole axed, "Our child will be the first love child born for centuries.... Isn't that exciting?"
"Child?" he said for the third time and then fainted.
When he came to, Pat said, "I'm sorry, dear, perhaps I shouldn't have mentioned it all so abruptly."
"We're going to have a child. I'll be a father!" Beaming he took her in his arms and kissed her, for the first time the emotion he felt was a completely different kind of love, minus the lustful feelings that being near her generally engendered.
"That is," she said carefully, trying to avoid shocking him again, "we'll have a child if we are successful in what we have been doing."
"It's wonderful fun trying, isn't it?"
"Ummmm," she said, and kissed him with more fervor.
Neither knew how long an R.A. had been framed in the doorway, his shocked face alternately scarlet and then livid. The man croaked, "The Grandfather awaits your presence, Father Comstock."