"That's indeed the blessing of it. Is the scene very fine?"
"Magnificent! and he reads beautifully."
"Almost as well as the other one writes!" I laughed.
This made my companion stop a moment, laying her hand on my arm. "You utter my very impression. I felt that he was reading me the work of another man."
"What a service to the other man!"
"Such a totally different person," said Mrs. Adney. We talked of this difference as we went on, and of what a wealth it constituted, what a resource for life, such a duplication of character.
"It ought to make him live twice as long as other people," I observed.
"Ought to make which of them?"
"Well, both; for after all they're members of a firm, and one of them couldn't carry on the business without the other. Moreover, mere survival would be dreadful for either."
Blanche Adney was silent a little; then she exclaimed: "I don't know—I wish he would survive!"
