"Exactly what do you mean?" she asked, sharply.
"I mean"—he fumbled for words—"I must go and live among the poor and arouse them and teach them of the great change that is taking place…."
She laughed strangely.
"Oh—an uplifter, settlement work, charity work—"
He was stupefied.
"Myra, can't you see—"
"Yes, I see," she said, raising her voice a little; "you're going to live in the slums and you want me to release you. I do. Anything else?"
She was making something sordid of his beautiful dream, and she was startlingly direct. He was cut to the heart.
"You're making it impossible," he began.
She laughed a little, stroking down her muff.