"From to-morrow—yes, Madre?"
She put her thin and firm hand on his.
"Life begins again, the life of work put off for a time. To-morrow you take it up once more."
"Yes—yes!"
He glanced about the pretty room, listened to the noise of the gaieties below them. Distinctly he heard Max Elliot's genial laugh.
"Of course," he said. "I must start again on something. The question is, what on?"
"Surely you have something in hand?"
"I had. But—well, I've left it for so long that I don't know whether I could get back into the mood which enabled me to start it. I don't believe I could somehow. I think it would be best to begin on something quite fresh."
"You know that. Do you think you will like the new workroom?"
"Charmian has made it very pretty and cozy," he answered.