"I don't suppose I shall do anything really big. Do you?"
She was silent.
"Honestly now, do you think I shall?"
"I think the things you've done already, the things that'll never be heard of, are really big."
His silence said, "They are not enough for me," and hers, "For me they are enough."
"But the other things," he insisted—"the things I want to do——Do you think I'll do them?"
"I think"—she said slowly—"in fact I'm certain that you'll do them, if you really mean to."
"That's what you think of me?"
"That's what I think of you."
"Then it's all right," he said. "For what I think of you is that you'd never say a thing you didn't really mean."