“Alack, for Corydon no rival now!”
There was a pause. “That was five years,” she mused. “And there were five more!”
“It will mean another book,” he said. “To tell about the new work; and how Thyrsis became a social lion; and how, like Icarus, he flew too high and melted his wings. And then, ‘The Exploiters,’ the book of his vengeance! And then Corydon—-”
“Yes, do not forget Corydon,” she said.
“How he watched her dying before his eyes, and how he prayed for months for courage to kill her, and could not, but ran away. And then—-”
“It will make a long story.”
“Yes—a long story. ‘Love’s Deliverance,’ let us call it.”
“They will smile at that. It sounds like Reno, Nevada.”
“‘Love’s Deliverance,’ even so,” he said. “To tell how Thyrsis went out into the wilderness and found himself; and of the new love that came to Corydon.”
“It will be a Bible for lovers,” said she.