She blushed for some reason, and went to throw a rug across his feet. He looked up at her smiling.
"How shall I ever catch up with you, Barbara Garratry?"
"Catch up?"
"I make unconscionable demands on your time and patience. I ask myself what possible right I have to do it, assure myself I have none, and go right on imposing on you."
"I'm glad to help—if I do. I told you I liked a fight."
"Just at this moment peace seems the only good gift desirable to me."
"Don't talk—rest."
"Your voice rests me."
"All right. Be quiet and I'll talk. I'll tell you the story of a play I'm going to do. It's called The Governor."
He opened his eyes at that.