" She was leaning against him, her head resting upon his
shoulder. "And you like your home?"
"We shall be happy here. I feel it in the air. This is a temple of the
three great gods--Freedom, Love and Happiness. And--we'll keep the fires on
the altars blazing, won't we?"
His hours were most irregular. Sometimes he was off to work early in the
morning. Again he would not rise until noon. Sometimes he did not go to the
office after dinner, and again he came hurriedly to dinner, not having the
time to dress, and left immediately afterward to be gone until two, three
or even four in the morning. At first Marian tried to follow his
irregularities; but she was soon compelled to give up. As he most often
breakfasted about ten o'clock, she arranged to breakfast regularly at that
hour. If he was not yet up, she waited about the house until she had seen
him, listened while he talked of those "everlasting newspapers," praised
his work a great deal, criticised it little and that gently. She made few
and feeble struggles to interest herself in newspapers as newspapers. But
he did not encourage her; other interests, domestic and social, clamoured
for her time; and the idea of being directly useful to him in his work
faded from her mind.
If she had loved him more sympathetically, if she had not been so
super-sensitive to his passion for complete freedom, she would have
resented what in another kind of man would have seemed frank neglect of
her.
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