"This new play isn't your only hope?"
"No—"
"Success or failure, you'll keep on?"
"Certainly...."
"Then it's only a question of time."
"But you—how can I ask you to wait?"
"There's no necessity—"
"But it must be." He rose, unable to remain still. "Give me six months: I've got another piece of work under way—and others only waiting their turn. In six months I can—"
"No!"
The monosyllable brought him up sharply. He stared. Her white arms, radiant in that clear, unearthly light, lifted toward him.