It was a letter which Sam had written to his brother Jack and had not mailed because he had suddenly decided to come down to the scene of action.

As she stooped over to pick it up her eyes caught the sentence: "I love her, Jack, more than I can tell you, more than I can tell anybody, more than I can tell myself.

It's the most important, the most stupendous thing--" She hastily turned that letter over and was very careful to have it lying upon her lap, back upward, exactly as he had left it there, and when he came back she was very, very careful indeed to hand it nonchalantly over to him, with the sketch uppermost.
"Of course," he said, looking around him comprehensively, "this is only a day-dream, so far.

It may be impossible to realize it." "Why ?" she asked, instantly concerned.

"This project _must_ be carried through! It is already as good as completed.