"He never mentioned one to me, except his mother."
"I can understand that," said Elsie very thoughtfully.
Belding felt a little restless. "You seem very interested."
"I am. I never met any one like him. He seems to be two men, or several all rolled into one. You admire him, don't you?"
"Yes, tremendously, but he scares me a bit sometimes."
"Why?"
"I have wretched moments in which it seems that he is riding for a fall. Things are going so fast, too fast sometimes—and besides, I'm tired."
She glanced at him swiftly, but in the glance he caught nothing of what he sought.
"If you're tired," she said slowly, "what about Mr. Clark? He's carrying the whole thing, isn't he, as well as creating it? Is that his piano in the blockhouse?"
The young man nodded.