He looked down at me gravely, and he made me the answer of all men.
"Give up the work! But the work together is one of the reasons why I love you."
"I can see that," I said. "And the work together is one of the reasons I love you. But——"
He put out his arms then, and took me.
"You said you loved me!" he said.
"I do," I said, "why of course I do——"
And when he kissed me it was as if nothing new had happened, but only something which was already ours.
"Then what is it," he asked, "but you for me, and me for you?"
And I cried, "Oh, don't you see? That after being what I've been to you—knowing your work and your thought—I can't stop it and be just your wife? I can't exchange this for looking after your house and ordering your food, and sending off the laundry and keeping your clothes mended?"
"But, my child——" he began.