“I think mine is getting cracked, too,” said Clare.
She put her hands to her head, as though it were grievously cracked.
Madge Vernon stared at her frankly and thoughtfully.
“Look here,” she said, after a little silence, “I tell you what you want. It’s a baby. Why don’t you have one?”
“Herbert can’t afford it,” said Clare. Madge Vernon raised her hands.
“Stuff and nonsense!” she said.
“Besides,” said Clare in a matter-of-fact way, “they don’t make flats big enough for babies in Intellectual Mansions.”
Madge Vernon looked round the room, and frowned angrily.
“No, that’s true. There’s no place to keep a perambulator. Oh, these jerry builders! Immoral devils!”
There was a silence between the two women. Both of them seemed deep in thought.