You remember the scene where the spirits of the children are waiting to go down to earth and be made into babies?
Someone had stuck up a notice at the entrance to the gangway: 'Don't get born.

It only means worry.'" Flossie had her dwelling-place in a second floor bed-sitting-room of a lodging house in Queen's Square, Bloomsbury; but the drawing-room floor being for the moment vacant, Flossie had persuaded her landlady to let her give her party there; it seemed as if fate approved of the idea.

The room was fairly full when Joan arrived.

Flossie took her out on the landing, and closed the door behind them.
"You will be honest with me, won't you ?" pleaded Flossie, "because it's so important, and I don't seem able to think for myself.

As they say, no man can be his own solicitor, can he?
Of course I like him, and all that--very much.