'Yes, I wrote a great deal; but on reading it over I found that—I don't mean to say that none of it will stand; some still seems to me to be all right, but a great deal will require alteration.'
The conversation fell. At the end of a long silence Hubert said—
'What are you thinking of, dearest?'
'I was thinking that supposing you were mistaken—if I failed to help you in your work.'
'And I never succeeded in writing my play?'
'No; I don't mean that. Of course you will write your play; all you have to do is to be less critical.'
'Yes, I know—I have heard that before; but, unfortunately, we cannot change ourselves. I'll either carry my play through completely, realise my ideal, or——'
'Remain for ever unsatisfied?'
'Whether I write it or no, I shall be happy in your love.'