No, I will not deceive you, I was twenty-seven years and three moons." Then, saying something to the effect that she would return, she departed, laughing a little in a mischievous way, and, although I did not observe this till afterwards, Tommy departed with her.
When I repeated what she had said to Bastin and Bickley, who were standing at a distance straining their ears and somewhat aggrieved, the former remarked: "If she is twenty-seven her father must have married late in life, though of course it may have been a long while before he had children." Then Bickley, who had been suppressing himself all this while, went off like a bomb.
"Do you tell us, Bastin," he asked, "that you believe one word of all this ghastly rubbish?
I mean as to that antique charlatan being a thousand years old and having caused the Flood and the rest ?" "If you ask me, Bickley, I see no particular reason to doubt it at present.

A person who can go to sleep in a glass coffin kept warm by a pocketful of radium together with very accurate maps of the constellations at the time he wakes up, can, I imagine, do most things." "Even cause the Deluge," jeered Bickley.
"I don't know about the Deluge, but perhaps he may have been permitted to cause a deluge.

Why not?
You can't look at things from far enough off, Bickley.

And if something seems big to you, you conclude that therefore it is impossible.

The same Power which gives you skill to succeed in an operation, that hitherto was held impracticable, as I know you have done once or twice, may have given that old fellow power to cause a deluge.