"Ignoramus," laughed the Doctor. "A woman's first child is always her husband."
"You and your epigrams!"
"You and your thoughts!"
She joined in his mirth. A little later it was before she had the last word.
"Creation," she whispered, "I don't believe it's happened yet. That seven days and seven nights is still going on. Man has yet to be created, and woman must help to create him."
IV
"I must be getting back," said the Clockwork man to himself, as he trundled slowly over the hump of the meadow and approached the stile. "I shall only make a muddle of things here."
There was still a touch of complaint in his voice, as though he felt sorry now to leave a world so full of pitfalls and curious adventures. Something brisker about his appearance seemed to suggest that an improvement had taken place in his working arrangements. You might have thought him rather an odd figure, stiff-necked, and jerky in his gait; but there were no lapses into his early bad manner.
"I have a feeling," he continued, placing a finger to his nose, "that if I put on my top gear now I should be off like a shot."
But he did not hurry. He twisted his head gradually round as though to embrace as much as possible in his last survey of a shapely, if limited world.