"Of course not. I don't want it to. I suppose my public is like the baby. I shall get acquainted with it, after it is born, and love it. But just now my mind is full of saying what is in my thoughts—in my heart."
"You will get the audience that belongs to you. 'I know my own shall come to me' is true between author and audience."
"I haven't told Jerry, yet."
"You are still shy about it?"
"No one knows but you."
"That fact may lead me on over to posterity. It may be my one claim to fame."
"You're making fun of me, Martin!"
"Well, here, we can't have that," said Jerry, coming in briskly.
"Here you are," said Jane, patting the hand he laid on her shoulder.
Christiansen shook hands with him.