The principle had too deep a root in her being--to tear it up would be to destroy her whole joy in life, she said, leaving Cardiff to wonder vaguely what she meant.
"I will wait," he said, as she rose to go; "but you will come back with me now, and we will write a book--some other book--together." The girl laughed gaily.

"All alone by myself I must do it," she answered.

"And I must do _this_ book.

You will approve it when it is done.

I am not afraid." He had her hands again.