"Well, won't you do them? It's just what I count on."
"Don't be dreadful," Julia said. "It would be loathsome if I were thought the cleverest. That's not the sort of man I want to marry."
"Oh I shall make you work, my dear!"
"Ah that——!" she sounded in a tone that might come back to a man after years.
"You'll do the great thing, you'll make my life the best life," Nick brought out as if he had been touched to deep conviction. "I daresay that will keep me in heart."
"In heart? Why shouldn't you be in heart?" And her eyes, lingering on him, searching him, seemed to question him still more than her lips.
"Oh it will be all right!" he made answer.
"You'll like success as well as any one else. Don't tell me—you're not so ethereal!"
"Yes, I shall like success."
"So shall I! And of course I'm glad you'll now be able to do things," Julia went on. "I'm glad you'll have things. I'm glad I'm not poor."