`Oh，you’requiteright!’hesaid，turninghisheadaway，andlookingsideways，downwards，withthatstrangeimmobilityofanoldracethatishardlyhereinourpresentday。ItwasthatthatreallymadeConnieloseherpowertoseehimdetachedfromherself。
Helookedupatherwiththefullglancethatsaweverything，registeredeverything。Atthesametime，theinfantcryinginthenightwascryingoutofhisbreasttoher，inawaythataffectedherverywomb。
`It’sawfullyniceofyoutothinkofme，’hesaidlaconically。
`Whyshouldn’tIthinkofyou？’sheexclaimed，withhardlybreathtoutterit。
Hegavethewry，quickhissofalaugh。