XXIV
WHAT luck did you have with the climax, yesterday?” she asked Jarvis, next day, as she came into the workroom.
“None at all. I worked all day, and tore it up last night.”
“Oh, why did you do that?”
“It was hopeless. If you wanted to teach me how vital you are to this work, you did it.”
“Such a thing never entered my mind.”
“Shall we begin at it now?”
“Of course. I’m keen to get at it.”
She plunged into the situation and swept all obstacles before her. The entire reaction from yesterday’s pleasure and change went into her work. Lunch-time came as a shock, the morning had fled so fast. Jarvis sighed as he piled up the pages.
“You work like an electric dynamo,” he remarked.
“I always work better after a happy vacation. Why don’t you run off for a day, to get your breath, as it were?”
