But I'll learn in time." 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.