"Oh, you know some of me, Jerry. You couldn't know what I kept secret."
"How did you learn all that, in that book?"
"Well, I've read a great deal of other people's wisdom. I've lived and watched and studied people. I don't know; how does any artist acquire what he gives out? It's like breath, you inhale atmosphere outside of you, make it part of your blood and tissue, exhale it something quite different—essentially yours!"
"And I've been living along with you, just thinking you were any woman."
"I am—just that—and I've written the story of any woman in the world to-day. Why didn't you like it, Jerry?"
"Because I don't like what you say—we've gone over it so often."
"It wasn't convincing to you, then?"
"I don't know. I was mainly interested in how you were doing it. I'm going to read it again and see if what you say is really sense."
She laid her hands on his shoulders.
"Jerry, promise. Read it with an open mind. Pretend you haven't any prejudices in the matter and give me a chance."