“And you—do you want to go back?”
“I want what you need, Mr. Dan,” she said, looking at him steadily.
“Will you be proud of me, Inga, when we have an exhibition all our own?”
“I’m proud now——”
“But won’t you be prouder when the crowds come and you feel what you’ve done?”
She shook her head.
“No; not more than I am now.”
“I don’t see why you say that,” he said, perplexed and frowning.
“I shan’t like to share you with crowds,” she said abruptly, and then, as though she were afraid to have shown too much feeling, she said hastily, “Mr. Dan, don’t think of exhibiting too soon.”
“Why, Inga?”