"Yes, Jasper; I—want—to—know—"
"Leave the room," he said furiously. "Leave the room! I've got to write!"
She started for the door.
"You've got to write?" Her words came back to him across the length of the room with a curious insistence. "You've—got—to—write, Jasper?"
He waited until the door closed behind her and then he went back to his desk.
What had she meant by that last question of hers? Didn't she know that he had to write? Didn't she realize that he had to write?
And this book of his; this book that was to be the biggest thing that he had yet done.
"Ellen," he called. "Ellen!"
He heard her feet coming toward him along the passageway.
She came back into the room as though nothing had happened.