Now she was proud of him for the part he was taking in this
wonderful world-that-works. And she would not have confessed to him how
insignificant she felt, how weak and worthless.
She thought she was impatient for the time to come when she could learn how
to help him in his work, could begin to feel that she too had a real share
in it. With what seemed to her most creditable energy and self-sacrifice
she tried again to interest herself in newspapers. But the trivial parts
bored her; the chronicles of crime repelled her; and the politics and most
of the other serious articles were beyond the range of her knowledge or of
her interest. "I shall wait until we are married," she said, "then he will
teach me." And she did not suspect how significant, how ominous her
postponement was.
She asked him if he would not teach her and he replied: "Why, certainly, if
you are interested. But I don't intend to trouble you with the details of
my profession. I want you to lead your own life--to do what interests you."
She did not stop to analyse her feeling of relief at this release, and went
on to protest: "But I want your life to be my life. I want there to be only
one life--our life."
"And there shall be--each contributing his share, at least I'll try to
contribute mine.
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