He was stunned by this outburst of jealousy and protested,—
'There's years of work in it.'
'But what's the good of sitting here working, if you never do anything with it?'
He pointed to the sofa and said,—
'There's my work in there: full to the brim, notes, sketches, things half finished, things that need revision.... I've been waiting for something to happen. I could never work just to please other people and to fit successful actors with parts....'
'I'm a successful actress.'
'You? Oh, no.'
'But I am. I'm engaged to appear at the Imperium in The Tempest. Charles Mann is designing the production.'
'I saw something about that, but I didn't believe it.'
'Charles Mann's work was like that,' she pointed to the sofa, 'until I met him.'