"Yes."
"As Mrs. Marsh and her husband were at the time when her second baby was born."
"Yes," said Joe, still watching her.
"Aren't there a good many, too, who don't exactly marry—but marry just a little—one woman here, another there, and so on?"
"Yes," said Joe, "there are some who do that."
"I should think," said Eleanore thoughtfully, "that in a movement of this kind a man ought not to marry at all—or else marry a little a good many times—so as always to be free for the Cause."
"Unless," said Joe, quite steadily, "he finds a woman like some I've known, whose feeling for a man, one man, seems to be planted in her for life—who can easily stand not being with him because she herself is deep in her own job, and her job is about the same as his—and because the two of them have decided to see the whole job through to the end."
His eyes went up to the charcoal sketch.
"It's a job worth seeing through," he said.
Sue was leaning forward now.