There was for him the most intense pleasure in talking about his work to Miriam.

All his passion, all his wild blood, went into this intercourse with her, when he talked and conceived his work.

She brought forth to him his imaginations.

She did not understand, any more than a woman understands when she conceives a child in her womb.

But this was life for her and for him.
While they were talking, a young woman of about twenty-two, small and pale, hollow-eyed, yet with a relentless look about her, entered the room.