It's an offer, Miss West.

But I'm perfectly certain you won't take it." For a long while she sat, her cheek resting on one palm, looking fixedly into space.

Then she stirred, glanced up, blushed vividly, sprang to her feet and crossed to where he sat.
"I've been considering your offer," she said, striving to speak without effort.
"I'll bet you won't accept it!" "You win your wager, Mr.Neville." "I wonder why ?" he said with his bantering smile: "but I think I know.
Talent in America is seldom intellectually ambitious." To his amazement and vexation tears sprang to her eyes; she said, biting her lower lip: "My ambition is humble.

I care--more than anything in the world--to be of use to--to your career." Taken completely by surprise he said, "Nonsense," and rose to confront her where she stood wholly charming in her nervous, flushed emotion: "It isn't nonsense, Mr.Neville; it is my happiness.
"I don't believe you realise what your career means to me.

I would not willingly consider anything that might interrupt my humble part in it--in this happy companionship....