"I must be humoured—we must be."
He threw off his coat and stretched his great arms in pleasant anticipation of rest and sleep.
"Whatever do you mean, my pretty?"
"I mean that I have a long, tedious, tremendous enterprise in hand. A most troublesome enterprise. You're always at me not to waste time. Now I'm really going to be busy."
"You couldn't tell me anything I'd like to hear better."
"Couldn't I? Remember!"
He did remember.
"That—yes—all in good time."
"Not a moment more shall I waste. You'll guess I'm in earnest, for I'm going to work night and day."
"A fine resolve! But keep your work for working hours, sweetheart. And how many are to benefit by this great achievement?"