The room swam in vivid sunshine, and seemed thus to typify the toiler's escape from poverty and defeat.
"Don't expect me to talk," he said, slowly, strangely. "I'm too dazed, too happy to think clearly. I can't believe it. I have lived two months in a horrible nightmare; but now that the business men, the practical ones, say you are to be saved by me, I must believe it. I would be perfectly happy if only I had won the success on my own lines without compromise."
"Put that aside," she commanded, softly. "The fuller success will come. We have that to work towards."
XIX
ELEN insisted that her playwright should go back to the West for a month's rest.
"I do not need rest, I need you," he answered, recklessly. "It fills me with content merely to see you."
"Nevertheless, you must go. We don't need you here. And, besides, you interfere with my plans."
"Is that true?" His eyes searched deep as he questioned.