"Oh, sit there," he muttered irritably. "Only, for heaven's sake be still!"
"Yes, Jasper."
All of his books had brought him fame; but this one; this one would bring him fame with something else. This book would be the great work that would show to people the staggering power of one man's mind; his mind.
His eyes that stared at the window of the house opposite came back to be pile of blank paper which made a white patch on the dark wood before him.
Without any definite idea he began to write. A word. A sentence. A paragraph.
He tore the thing up without stopping to read it.
Ellen's dull-toned voice came to him through the stillness of the room.
"Anything wrong, Jasper?"
"Wrong? What should be wrong?"
"I don't know."