She looked at him a minute, and then laughed contagiously.
“I am serious about this. My work is everything to me. Nothing matters but just that, and it might be a dreadful interruption if you fell in love with me.”
“I don’t see why, unless you fell in love with me.”
“No danger of that,” said he, and at her laugh turned to her again. “If ever you see any signs of my being such a fool as that, you warn me, will you?”
“And what will you do then?”
“I’ll run away. I will go to the ends of the earth. That particular madness is death to creative genius.”
“All right. I’ll warn you.”
“I’ve got to begin to polish my first draft to-day, so I’ll go upstairs and get at it.”
“Will you be gone two days this trip?”
He turned to smile at her.
“Some people would think you were eccentric,” he said.
“They might,” she responded.
“I am almost sane when I polish,” he laughed. “It’s only when I create that I am crazy.”
“It’s all right then, is it? We go on?”
“Go on?”
“Being married?”
