"Well, dear ?" "It is nothing, only you must not tell, for the publishers insist upon its being anonymous, I--wrote _The Firm Hand_." Von Rosen made a startled exclamation and looked at Annie and she could not understand the look.
"Are you displeased ?" she faltered.

"Don't you like me to write?
I will never neglect you or our home because of it.

Indeed I will not." "Displeased," said Von Rosen.

He got up and deliberately knelt before her.

"I am proud that you are my wife," he said, "prouder than I am of anything else in the world." "Please get up, dear," said Annie, "but I am so glad, although it is really I who am proud, because I have you for my husband.