When the last chapter was written she carried the MS.
into her husband's study at dusk one evening, and began to read it aloud to him.

She finished it at two o'clock a.m.Her auditor would not let her pause until then.

Hoarse, but with a heart beating high with excitement, she waited for the verdict.

The husband walked up and down the floor for some minutes, head bent and hands clasped behind him, deep in thought.

Finally he stopped in front of her.
"That is a marvelous book, my dear,--strong, true, dramatic.