"Ah! He is an exception to all rules. And yet, Gouger says he can never write a successful book till he is more conversant with life than he is at present."
She looked troubled.
"With life?" she echoed. "With sin, do you mean?"
"With the ordinary things that men know, and that most of them at some time experience."
Her bright eyes were temporarily clouded.
"What a pity!" she exclaimed.
"Yes," he said, for it was his humor to agree with her. "It is a pity."
There was a pause of a minute, and then she asked if she had read enough for one evening. He answered that as it was now past ten o'clock it would not be easy to get much farther and that he would come again whenever she chose to set the time.
"You do not say much about my work," she said, anxiously, as he prepared to go.
"Silence is approval," he responded. "I can talk it over with you better when you have reached the end. I have things to say, and I shall not hesitate to say them then."