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Dick
laughed
indulgently
at
Abe
,
whom
he
loved
,
and
in
whom
he
had
long
lost
hope
:
"
That
’
s
medically
incorrect
and
we
’
re
going
.
"
Catching
the
faint
patronage
Abe
said
lightly
:
"
Something
tells
me
I
’
ll
have
a
new
score
on
Broadway
long
before
you
’
ve
finished
your
scientific
treatise
.
"
"
I
hope
so
,
"
said
Dick
evenly
.
"
I
hope
so
.
I
may
even
abandon
what
you
call
my
‘
scientific
treatise
.
’
"
"
Oh
,
Dick
!
"
Mary
’
s
voice
was
startled
,
was
shocked
.
Rosemary
had
never
before
seen
Dick
’
s
face
utterly
expressionless
;
she
felt
that
this
announcement
was
something
momentous
and
she
was
inclined
to
exclaim
with
Mary
"
Oh
,
Dick
!
"
But
suddenly
Dick
laughed
again
,
added
to
his
remark
"
—
abandon
it
for
another
one
,
"
and
got
up
from
the
table
.
"
But
Dick
,
sit
down
.
I
want
to
know
—
"
"
I
’
ll
tell
you
some
time
.
Good
night
,
Abe
.
Good
night
,
Mary
.
"
"
Good
night
,
dear
Dick
.
"
Mary
smiled
as
if
she
were
going
to
be
perfectly
happy
sitting
there
on
the
almost
deserted
boat
.
She
was
a
brave
,
hopeful
woman
and
she
was
following
her
husband
somewhere
,
changing
herself
to
this
kind
of
person
or
that
,
without
being
able
to
lead
him
a
step
out
of
his
path
,
and
sometimes
realizing
with
discouragement
how
deep
in
him
the
guarded
secret
of
her
direction
lay
.
And
yet
an
air
of
luck
clung
about
her
,
as
if
she
were
a
sort
of
token
.
.
.
.
"
What
is
it
you
are
giving
up
?
"
demanded
Rosemary
,
facing
Dick
earnestly
in
the
taxi
.
