Now he was angry at her interference; again he saw her side of it, and then his love for her would rise.

More often still, he talked about work, and here again the struggle went on.

Money, money, money--figures, calculations, schemes and rivals, heavy chances.

But suddenly all this was gone, and in a pitiful anger at his own futility he would storm at himself for not being able to put on paper his early dreams.
But the weeks dragged by, and at last she felt he was coming back to sanity.

With his partner, then, she conspired to take Joe over to Paris in April, to stay for a year if he would agree.