She went and sat down in the chair beside the desk.
"Yes."
"It isn't there! I tell you—"
"I thought it could make no difference to you!"
"It was—lucky—Ellen."
"Oh, lucky, Jasper?"
He made an effort to pull himself together.
"It won't make any difference to me—not to my writing; not to my genius."
After the silence of a moment her voice came to him in its low even measure.
"Then—; write!"