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She
did
not
follow
him
.
She
was
a
bachelor
of
arts
,
but
he
had
gone
beyond
her
limitations
.
This
she
did
not
comprehend
,
attributing
her
incomprehension
to
his
incoherence
.
"
You
were
too
voluble
,
"
she
said
.
"
But
it
was
beautiful
,
in
places
.
"
He
heard
her
voice
as
from
far
off
,
for
he
was
debating
whether
he
would
read
her
the
"
Sea
Lyrics
.
"
He
lay
in
dull
despair
,
while
she
watched
him
searchingly
,
pondering
again
upon
unsummoned
and
wayward
thoughts
of
marriage
.
"
You
want
to
be
famous
?
"
she
asked
abruptly
.
"
Yes
,
a
little
bit
,
"
he
confessed
.
"
That
is
part
of
the
adventure
.
It
is
not
the
being
famous
,
but
the
process
of
becoming
so
,
that
counts
.
And
after
all
,
to
be
famous
would
be
,
for
me
,
only
a
means
to
something
else
.
I
want
to
be
famous
very
much
,
for
that
matter
,
and
for
that
reason
.
"
"
For
your
sake
,
"
he
wanted
to
add
,
and
might
have
added
had
she
proved
enthusiastic
over
what
he
had
read
to
her
.
But
she
was
too
busy
in
her
mind
,
carving
out
a
career
for
him
that
would
at
least
be
possible
,
to
ask
what
the
ultimate
something
was
which
he
had
hinted
at
.
There
was
no
career
for
him
in
literature
.
Of
that
she
was
convinced
.
He
had
proved
it
to
-
day
,
with
his
amateurish
and
sophomoric
productions
.
He
could
talk
well
,
but
he
was
incapable
of
expressing
himself
in
a
literary
way
.
She
compared
Tennyson
,
and
Browning
,
and
her
favorite
prose
masters
with
him
,
and
to
his
hopeless
discredit
.
Yet
she
did
not
tell
him
her
whole
mind
.
Her
strange
interest
in
him
led
her
to
temporize
.
His
desire
to
write
was
,
after
all
,
a
little
weakness
which
he
would
grow
out
of
in
time
.
Then
he
would
devote
himself
to
the
more
serious
affairs
of
life
.
And
he
would
succeed
,
too
.
She
knew
that
.
He
was
so
strong
that
he
could
not
fail
—
if
only
he
would
drop
writing
.
"
I
wish
you
would
show
me
all
you
write
,
Mr
.
Eden
,
"
she
said
.
He
flushed
with
pleasure
.
She
was
interested
,
that
much
was
sure
.
And
at
least
she
had
not
given
him
a
rejection
slip
.
She
had
called
certain
portions
of
his
work
beautiful
,
and
that
was
the
first
encouragement
he
had
ever
received
from
any
one
.
"
I
will
,
"
he
said
passionately
.
"
And
I
promise
you
,
Miss
Morse
,
that
I
will
make
good
.
I
have
come
far
,
I
know
that
;
and
I
have
far
to
go
,
and
I
will
cover
it
if
I
have
to
do
it
on
my
hands
and
knees
.
"
He
held
up
a
bunch
of
manuscript
.
"
Here
are
the
‘
Sea
Lyrics
.
’
When
you
get
home
,
I
’
ll
turn
them
over
to
you
to
read
at
your
leisure
.
And
you
must
be
sure
to
tell
me
just
what
you
think
of
them
.
What
I
need
,
you
know
,
above
all
things
,
is
criticism
.
And
do
,
please
,
be
frank
with
me
.
"
"
I
will
be
perfectly
frank
,
"
she
promised
,
with
an
uneasy
conviction
that
she
had
not
been
frank
with
him
and
with
a
doubt
if
she
could
be
quite
frank
with
him
the
next
time
.
