"I wonder what's going to happen," said Eleanore when we were alone.
"God knows," I answered gloomily. That hammering from Joe and Sue had stirred me up all over again. I had doggedly resisted, I had told Sue almost angrily that I meant to keep right on as before. But now she was gone, I was not so sure. "I still feel certain Joe's all wrong," I said aloud. "But he and his kind are so dead in earnest—so ready for any sacrifice to push their utterly wild ideas—that they may get a lot of power. God help the country if they do."
"I wasn't speaking of the country, my love," my wife informed me cheerfully. "I was speaking of Sue and Joe Kramer."
"Joe," I replied, "will slam right ahead. You can be sure of that, I've got him down cold."
"Have you?" she asked. "And how about Sue?"
"Oh Sue," I replied indifferently, "has been enthused so many times."
"Billy."
I turned and saw my wife regarding her husband thoughtfully.
"I wonder," she said, "how long it will be before you can write a love story."
"What?"