"I know," she moaned. "I know it does. And you don't love me when I look like that?"
"I love you whatever you look like, and you know it. I love you even when you wander."
"Even? Do you mind so very much—my wandering?"
"Sometimes, perhaps, a little."
"You didn't mind at all before you married me."
"I didn't realize it then."
"Didn't realize what?"
"Your genius, Jinny, and the things it does to you."
"But you did—you did—you knew all about it."
"I knew what it meant to me."