He drew a deep breath.
"Don't you want me?" she asked—into his shoulder.
"Want you!"
"You've everything to offer me."
"Nan——"
"Everything I want. Jerry"—she lifted her head and looked for an instant into his eyes—"I shall die of heartache if you won't offer it."
"A wreck of a life——"
"I won't let you call it that again," she flashed. "You—Jerrold Fullerton—whose merest scrawl is reviewed by every literary editor in the land. Do you think you can't do still better work with—with me?"
"But you wouldn't be marrying Jerrold Fullerton's mind alone."
"No—his soul—all there is of him—his great personality—himself. And that's so much more than I can give in return——"