“May I sign the plates?”
“Oh, we’ll have you on the title-page, ‘Paintings by Eve Carfax.’ And I shall ask you to go pilgrimaging again, as you went to Latimer.”
She drew in her breath sharply.
“Ah, Latimer! I shall be dreaming dreams. But I want some of them to be real.”
“Tell me them!”
“I want to help other women; help them over the rough places.”
“You can do it. I mean you to have a name and a career.”
“I don’t want to live only for self.”
“First make ‘self’ a strong castle, then think of helping the distressed. We are only just at the beginning of things, you and I. We’ll have a rest home for tired workers. I know of a fine site in my pine woods. And you will become a woman of affairs.”
“I shall never rush about and make speeches!”