I sympathise with that feeling of wishing to keep--anything of that sort--to oneself.' 'You are more secretive than jealous, yourself.

But I have very much the same feeling,' Edith said.

'Many women I know think the ideal of happiness is to be in love with a great man, or to be the wife of a great public success; to share his triumph! They forget you share the man as well!' 'I suppose the idea is that, after the publicity and the acclamation and the fame and the public glory and the shouting, you take the person home, and feel he is only yours, really.' 'But, can a famous person be only yours?
No.

I shouldn't like it.
It isn't that I don't _like_ cleverness and brilliance, but I don't care for the public glory.' 'I see; you don't mind how great a genius he is, as long as he isn't appreciated,' replied Vincy.

'Well, then, in heaven's name let us stick to our obscurities!'.