She had half fancied that her previous barrenness was due to herself, and was rather surprised and delighted at the proof that it was not so.

It opened new possibilities--a seemingly glorious future of which she was not afraid.

He liked it, the idea of self-duplication.

It was almost acquisitive, this thought.

For days and weeks and months and years, at least the first four or five, he took a keen satisfaction in coming home evenings, strolling about the yard, driving with his wife, having friends in to dinner, talking over with her in an explanatory way the things he intended to do.