I let myself into the house very softly for fear of awakening the baby whom I had left sleeping. As I stood in the hall I heard my husband's voice in the sitting-room. This is what he was saying:
I am a lonely man. There is no companionship between me and my wife."
"Nonsense!" answered Miss Moran, as I thought a little impatiently. "Look over this paragraph, please, and tell me if you do not think it would be well to have it follow after the one ending with the words 'ultimate concord,' in place of that beginning with 'These great principles.'"
"I cannot settle my mind upon the work tonight," said James in a sort of thick, tired voice. "I want to talk to you—to win your sympathy—your love."
I heard a chair pushed back. I knew Miss Moran had arisen.
"Good night!" I heard her say. "Much as I would like to see this work accomplished, I shall come no more!"
"But, my God! You cannot throw the thing up at this late date."
"I can and I will. Let me pass, sir."
"If there were no millstone around my neck, you would not say, 'Let me pass, sir, in that tone of voice.'"
