In a happier mood he could have written delightfully on such a subject--not learnedly, but in the strain of a modern man whose humour and sensibility find free play among the classic ghosts; even now he was able to recover something of the light touch which had given value to his published essays.
Meanwhile the first number of The Current had appeared, and Jasper Milvain had made a palpable hit.

Amy spoke very often of the article called 'Typical Readers,' and her interest in its author was freely manifested.

Whenever a mention of Jasper came under her notice she read it Out to her husband.

Reardon smiled and appeared glad, but he did not care to discuss Milvain with the same frankness as formerly.
One evening at the end of January he told Amy what he had been writing at the Museum, and asked her if she would care to hear it read.
'I began to wonder what you were doing,' she replied.
'Then why didn't you ask me ?' 'I was rather afraid to.' 'Why afraid ?' 'It would have seemed like reminding you that--you know what I mean.' 'That a month or two more will see us at the same crisis again.

Still, I had rather you had shown an interest in my doings.' After a pause Amy asked: 'Do you think you can get a paper of this kind accepted ?' 'It isn't impossible.