"But—you must become famous. To-morrow I shall look very hard for an ichneumon fly for you——"
"But your discovery will make you famous, Miss Cassillis——"
"Why—why, it's for you that I am going to search so hard! Did you suppose I would dream of claiming any of the glory!"[50]
He said, striving to speak coolly:
"It is very generous and sweet of you.... And, after all, I hardly suppose that you need any added lustre or any additional happiness in a life which must be so full, so complete, and so care-free."
She was silent for a while, then:
"Is your life then so full of care, Mr. Jones?"
"Oh, no," he said; "I get on somehow."
"Tell me," she insisted.
"What am I to tell you?"