"The Christian scientists are unsuccessful female practitioners," she observed at length. "And there isn't any toothache; it's only you who think so."
"Seems to me it's much the same thing," said Toby. "And how about lies? Supposing I said I didn't love you?"
"Or crab?"
"Or crab, even. Would that be true, therefore?"
Lily leaned forward, and put down Toby's tie, which was rising above his collar.
"Well, I think we've disposed of them," she said. "Oh dear, I wish I was a man!"
"I don't," said Toby.
"Why not? Oh, I see. Thanks. But I should like to be able to bathe from a breakwater, and buy crabs from fishermen, and have very short, untidy straight-up hair, and a profession, Toby."
"Yes," said Toby, wincing, for he knew or suspected what was coming.