"Perhaps I've seen it," he suggested, demurely.
"No, no, you didn't see it! That is the amusing part of it. You were as blind as a bat all the time, and you never had the least suspicion; you've told me so."
"Well, then, I've seen it retrospectively."
"Perhaps that way. But I don't believe you've seen it at all. You've divined it; and that's where your genius is worth all the experience in the world. The girl is twice as good as the man, and you never experienced a girl's feelings or motives. You divined them. It's pure inspiration. It's the prophet in you!"
"You'll be stoning me next," said Maxwell. "I don't think the man is so very bad, even if I didn't divine him."
"Yes, for a poor creature of experience and knowledge, he will do very well. But he doesn't compare with the girl."
"I hadn't so good a model."
She hugged him for saying that. "You pay the prettiest compliments in the world, even if you don't pick up handkerchiefs."
Their joy in the triumph of his art was unalloyed by the hope of anything outside of it, of any sort of honor or profit from it, though they could not keep the thought of these out very long.
"Yes," she said, after one of the delicious silences that divided their moments of exaltation. "There won't be any trouble about getting your play taken, now."