She raised her head.
"Clear, Peter?"
"Quite clear. I'm to go back to my work, and to use my eyes less and my head and heart more. I 'm to deal less with statutes and more with people. Instead of quoting precedents, perhaps I 'm going to try to establish precedents. There's work enough to be done, God knows, of a sort that is born of just such a year as this I 've lived through. I must let go of myself and let myself go. I must think less of my own ambitions and more of the ambitions of others. So I shall live in others. Perhaps I may even be able to live a little through you two."
"Peter!" she cried.
"For Covington must come back to you as fast as ever he can."
"No! No! No!"
"You don't understand how much he loves his wife."
"Please!"
"And, he, poor devil, does n't understand how much his wife loves him."
"You—you"—she trembled aghast—"you would n't dare repeat what I've told you!"