Tommy gave her a spirited narrative, with certain omissions.
“Weren’t you half frantic about me?” asked Tuppence faintly.
“Not particularly. One must keep calm, you know.”
“Liar!” said Tuppence. “You look quite haggard still.”
“Well, perhaps I was just a little worried, darling. I say-we’re going to give it up now, aren’t we?”
“Certainly we are.”
Tommy gave a sigh of relief.
“I hoped you’d be sensible. After a shock like this-”
“It’s not the shock. You know I never mind shocks.”
“A rubber bone-indestructible,” murmured Tommy.
“I’ve got something better to do,” continued Tuppence. “Something ever so much more exciting. Something I’ve never done before.”
Tommy looked at her with lively apprehension.
“I forbid it, Tuppence.”
“You can’t,” said Tuppence. “It’s a law of nature.”
“What are you talking about, Tuppence?”
“I’m talking,” said Tuppence, “of Our Baby. Wives don’t whisper nowadays. They shout. OUR BABY! Tommy, isn’t everything marvellous?”