“Ah!—But of course I can't expect—Naturally you love your work also——”
“I do love my work also, and therefore it's no use trifling. 'If thine eye offend—'”
She was stung. “Well, since there's no help for it, I suppose we must shake hands and part.”
Not until then—not until he had pronounced his doom and she had accepted it did he realize how beautiful she seemed to him. He felt as if something in his throat wanted to cry out.
“It isn't what I expected, Glory—what I dreamed of for years.”
“But it's best—it seems best.”
“I tried to make a place for you, too, but you wouldn't have it—you let it go; you preferred this other lot in life.”
She remembered Josephs, and Sefton, and the newspaper, and the part, and she covered her face with her hands.
“How can I go on, Glory, to the peril of my—It's dangerous, even dangerous.”
“Yes, you are a clergyman and I am an actress. You must think of that. People are so ignorant, so cruel, and I dare say they are talking already.”