“I do,” she replied. “Yes, I do. I’ve no right to steal you from the rest of the world, or from the place in it that you ought to fill. John”—
“That’s my name.”
“Why can’t I do something to help you?”
John lifted his head unnecessarily.
“No!”
“Well, then, let’s think of something we can do, without just waiting for the wind to blow us along,—I mean,” she added appeasingly, “I mean without waiting to be employed by others.”
“Oh, yes; but that takes capital!”
“Yes, I know; but why don’t you think up something,—some new enterprise or something,—and get somebody with capital to go in with you?”
He shook his head.
“You’re out of your depth. And that wouldn’t make so much difference, but you’re out of mine. It isn’t enough to think of something; you must know how to do it. And what do I know how to do? Nothing! Nothing that’s worth doing!”