"That's what I want you to feel. I'm just as new-born as baby. I had to write it all over, to bring me up to date. I feel so young—younger than I ever felt in my life. Of course, youth must be a state of mind, since I find mine when I'm almost thirty."
He smiled his appreciation.
"Certainly, wise woman, youth has nothing to do with time. It comes to some of us young and to some of us late. When it comes to us at thirty we are lucky, for by that time we know how to value it. The old saying that no actress under thirty is a good Juliet has true psychology behind it. She has only just gotten far enough away at thirty to analyze youth, to dramatize it, get at the heart of it."
"My youthful vigour is such, Martin, that at this rate I shall be through by Christmas," she smiled.
"How do you manage—small infant, house, gifted husband, and secret career?"
"I have health, brains, and a most sensible husband. He helps with the baby."
"You mean it?" unbelievingly.
"Certainly. While I work, he watches son; while he works, I watch son."
"But he doesn't know about your work."
"No. But I convinced him that it was fair to divide the responsibility a little."