“Yes,” she answered, nodding slightly. “I suppose I can.”
“And it’s a great career.”
“Yes, a splendid career.”
“You travel everywhere and make a fortune.”
“If you’re a success.”
“Oh, you’d be a success all right.”
She drew away from him, letting one hand rest on his shoulder. Her face had grown serious. She looked disappointed.
“Well, do you want me to be a prima donna?” she asked, looking at her hand.
He continued to regard her without answering, the gleam of amusement dying out of his eyes.
“Of course,” she added in a small voice, “if you’ve set your heart on it, I will.”