"They want something I can't give them."
"Nobody can give it to them… It's the way things are. I think I understand what the professor said. It's true. You've given all you can and done all you can…. You'd have to be God and create a new world… Don't you see?"
"I see…" he said. "I see…"
"And you won't be unhappy about it?"
He smiled. "I'm like the men, I guess. I want more than the world has to give me… I don't blame them. They're right."
"Yes," she said, "they're right."
It was not many weeks after this that Bonbright sat, frightened and anxious, in the library—waiting. A nurse appeared in the door and motioned. She smiled, and a weight passed from his heart.
Bonbright followed into Ruth's room, pausing timidly at the door.
"Come in, come in, young man. I have the pleasure to announce the safe arrival of Bonbright Foote VIII."
Bonbright looked at Ruth, who smiled up at him and shook her head.