They spun on in silence for a few miles more before Sheila spoke again. “I learned one wonderful thing from Pancho—something I never felt sure of before.”
“What was that?”
“Sorry—can’t tell. It’s the sort of thing you tell only the man you marry, after you’ve discovered he’s the only man you ever could have married.”
Peter speeded the car ahead and smiled quietly into the gathering darkness. Fortunately he was not an impatient man.
There is one point concerning the atom that Hennessy and Doctor Fuller still wrangle over, neither of them having the slightest conception of the other’s point of view.
“That was a case of good nursing and milk,” the old doctor persists.
While Hennessy beats the air with his fists and shouts: “Nothing of the sort! ’Twas egg-shells that done it.”