But at others, I'm overwhelmed by the thought of the life going on inside his soul that I can never, never share--I can only see the spirit that conceived 'The Diamond Gate'-- don't you understand, darling ?--and that is even now creating some new thing of wonder and beauty.

I feel so little beside him.

What more can I give him beyond what I have given ?" Barbara took the girl's tense face between her two hands and smiled and kissed her.
"Give him," said she, "ammoniated quinine whenever he sneezes." Then she laughed and embraced the Heavenly One's wife, who, for the moment, had not quite decided whether to feel outraged or not, and discoursed sweet reasonableness.
"I should treat your genius, dear, just as I treat my stupid old Hilary." She proceeded to describe the treatment.

What it was, I do not know, because Barbara refused to tell me.

But I can make a shrewd guess.