I have planned and worked and sketched it all out as no one else could do.
I must have that money." They walked on in silence until they reached the stage door.

Beatrice was thinking of her companion as she had seen him so often, poring over his plans, busy with ruler and india-rubber, absolutely absorbed in the interest of his task.

She remembered the first time he had talked about this scheme of his, how his whole face had changed, the almost passionate interest with which he had worked the thing out even to its smallest details.

She realized how great a part of his life the thing had become, what a terrible blow it would be to him to have to abandon it.

She turned and faced him.
"Leonard," she said, "perhaps, after all, you are right.