Albert Kinross

“ Do I not love you, Harvey; and does not love know and feel and see everything? Did you think you could hide anything from me? Oh, Harvey, I knew all you have told me to-night, knew it all long ago—almost from the first! I knew that you were not made for this kind of life—have I not said as much to you time and time again? But you were too happy to understand then. And, Harvey dear, what if you do work! Do you think that I could love an idle man, a man of no ambitions? I knew that you were a common labourer, an ordinary workman—perhaps that is why I loved you. ”

“ Do you not see that without me, without these nine months, you would still be what you were—the man who wrote to-night's music, the man who failed? Who failed because he knew nothing of real men and women, nothing about himself. And now, dear, we know these things. And to-morrow, the new man, the man that these nine months, that I have made of you—yes, I, Harvey," she triumphantly repeated,—"this new man goes back to work. Different work from that we heard to-night, eh, Harvey?" ”

“ I have been deceiving you all, myself as well—have been assuming the man of fashion, the idler. I am not as I pretended; but a common workman, an ordinary labourer, artist if you will; neither fashionable nor leisured."
Her eyes showed no wincing, were tranquil as before. ”