"So it's come back, Jinny?"
"You said it would."
"Yes. But I think I told you the condition. Do you remember?"
She lowered her eyes, remembering.
"What was it you said?"
"That you'd have to pay the price."
"Not yet. Not yet. And perhaps, after all, I shan't have to. I mayn't be able to finish."
"What makes you think so?"
"Because I've been so happy over it."
Of a sudden there died out of her face the fawn-like, woodland look, the maternal wildness, the red-blooded joy. She was the harassed and unquiet Jinny whom he knew. It was so that her genius dealt with her. She had been swung high on a strong elastic, luminous wave; and now she was swept down into its trough.