"You're tired? Have the children been too much for you?"
She shook her head.
"You're not to make yourself a slave to them, you know."
She looked at him.
"Was I all right, Robert?"
"You were perfect."
"You said I was only a child myself."
"So you are. That's why I like you."
She shook her head again.
"It's all very well," she said, "but that isn't what you want, dear—another child."