"I am a new being," he answered, "morally and physically. But tell me, what is the meaning of these notices? Have you put The Morning on in place of Alessandra?"
Hugh interposed. "That's what she's done," and offered his hand with unexpected cordiality.
"You take my breath away," said Douglass. "I can't follow your reckless campaigns."
"We'll explain. We're not as reckless as we seem."
They began to move towards the street, Hugh leading the way with the playwright's bag.
Helen laughed at her lover's perplexity and dismay. "You look befoozled."
"I am. I can't understand. After all that work and expense—after all my toilsome grind—my sacrifice of principles."
She was close to his shoulder as she said, looking up at him with beaming, tender eyes:
"That's just it. I couldn't accept your offering. After The Morning came in, my soul revolted. I ordered the Alessandra manuscript brought in. Do you know what I did with it?"
"Rewrote it, I hope."