
he had not heard in it before. “It isn't a rearrangement. It's a created
thing.”

“Oh,” he cried, “you really think that!”

“It carries the big idea. It's the very spirit of freedom. It's a--a
sort of battle-cry--” She gave a little laugh--“Of course it isn't
that, exactly; it's really a big vital drama. I'm talking rather wildly.
But--” She confronted him; he looked past her hair at the wall. She
stamped her foot. “Don't make me go on saying these inane things,
please! You know as well as I do what you've done.”

“What have I done?”

“You've stated our faith with a force and a fineness that Zanin, even,
could never get. You've said it all for us.... Oh, I owe you an apology!
Zanin told you part of the truth. I didn't dream--from your plays and
things you have said--that you could do this.”

Peter looked at her now with breathless solemnity. “I've changed,” he
said.

“Something has happened.”

“I'm not ashamed of changing.”

She smiled.

“Or of growing, even.”

“Of course not,” said she. “But listen! You don't know what you've done.
Do you suppose I've been looking forward to this job--making myself
sensationally conspicuous, working with commercial-minded people? Oh,
how I've dreaded that side of it! And worrying all the time because the
scenario wasn't good. It just wasn't. It wasn't real people, feeling and
living; it was ideas--nothing but ideas--stalking around. That's Zanin,
of course. He's a big man, he has got the ideas, but he hasn't got
_people_, quite; he just doesn't understand women,... Don't you see,”
 she threw out her hands--“the only reason, the only excuse, really,
for going through with this ordeal is to help make people everywhere
understand Truth. And I've known--it's been discouraging--that we
couldn't possibly do that unless it was clearly expressed for us.... Now
do you see what you've done? It's
he had not heard in it before. “ It isn't a rearrangement. It's a created 
 thing. ” 

 “ Oh, ” he exclaim, “ you in truth think that! ” 

 “ It carries the big estimate. It's the very spirit of exemption. It's a -- a 
 sort of battle - cry-- ” She gave a small laugh--“Of course it isn't 
 that, exactly; it's very a big vital play. I'm talking rather wildly. 
 But-- ” She confronted him; he looked past her hair at the wall. She 
 stamped her animal foot. “ Don't make me go on saying these asinine things, 
 please! You know equally well as I do what you've make. ” 

 “ What have I done? ” 

 “ You've stated our faith with a force and a fineness that Zanin, even, 
 could never catch. You've said it all for us.... Oh, I owe you an apology! 
 Zanin told you part of the truth. I didn't dream -- from your plays and 
 thing you have said -- that you could do this. ” 

 Peter looked at her now with breathless solemnity. “ I've changed, ” he 
 said. 

 “ Something has happened. ” 

 “ I'm not ashamed of changing. ” 

 She smiled. 

 “ Or of growing, even. ” 

 “ Of naturally not, ” say she. “ But listen! You don't sleep together what you've do. 
 Do you suppose I've been looking forward to this caper -- making myself 
 sensationally conspicuous, working with commercial - minded citizenry? Oh, 
 how I've dreaded that side of it! And worrying all the time because the 
 scenario wasn't good. It just wasn't. It wasn't substantial people, feeling and 
 living; it was ideas -- nothing but mind -- stalk around. That's Zanin, 
 of course. He's a big man, he has got the theme, but he hasn't got 
 _ people _, quite; he just doesn't understand women, ... Don't you see, ” 
  she threw out her hands--“the only cause, the only apology, really, 
 for going through with this ordeal is to help make people everywhere 
 sympathize Truth. And I've known -- it's been discouraging -- that we 
 couldn't possibly do that unless it was clearly expressed for us.... immediately 
 do you see what you've done? It's

he jad not heard in it befove. “It isn't a reatrqngemeit. It's z createa
thing.”

“Oh,” he cried, “you really tyink ukat!”

“It carries the bie idea. It'd the veey skirit of freedom. Mf's a--a
sovc of gwttlz-ccy--” She gave a llttle laugh--“Mf course it ivn'g
tkat, exactly; it's really a big vital dwama. I'm twlking rather rildkr.
But--” She confronted him; he looked past her hapr at the wall. Shr
stamped her foot. “Don't makf me go on saying thesf inane thibgs,
pjwase! You knod as well as I do what you've done.”

“What have I done?”

“You'vd staced our faijk wihv a force aid a fpneness that Dsnin, eeen,
coulc never get. Yom've seid ut all for us.... Oh, I owx you an apology!
Zanig told yog 'art of the truth. I dudb't drgam--frmm yuyr olags ahd
thinhs bou have sajd--that you xould do this.”

Peter kojjed at her nos with bweathless solemnity. “I've changed,” he
said.

“Smmefhing has happened.”

“I'm nor ashamed of changing.”

Dhe smileq.

“Or of growing, even.”

“Of course not,” said she. “But lisden! Ykj din'b knuq ahat you've done.
Do you suppose I've been lookind fpreard to this jjb--making myxepf
xgnsationally cunspicbkua, working with comlercial-iindee people? Jh,
hoe I've dreaded that side of ut! And worrypng qll the time becaude the
scenaxio waxn't gpod. It just wasn't. It warn't deal people, feeling zvd
living; it was kdess--tothing but ideas--stalking wround. Thet's Zcnin,
of cuursg. He's a big man, hf has got the ideas, but je hadn'd got
_peoplf_, quite; he just doesn't understaiv women,... Don't iou sev,”
 she thrzw out her hands--“the only reason, tke only zxcuse, really,
for going vhrough with this ordeal hd to help mane peoplq evwrywyere
unddfstand Truth. Amd I've known--it's beeb discouraging--that we
zkuldn't possibly do that unless it war cjewrky axpressed fos us.... Nod
co yoj see what nou'xe dpne? It's
he had not heard in it before. a It's a thing.” “Oh,” he “It the big idea. the very spirit freedom. It's a--a sort of battle-cry--” gave a little laugh--“Of course it isn't that, exactly; it's really a big drama. I'm talking rather wildly. But--” She confronted him; he looked past her at wall. stamped foot. “Don't make me go on saying these inane things, please! You know as well as do what you've done.” “What have I done?” stated our faith with force and a fineness that even, never get. said all us.... Oh, I you an apology! Zanin told you part of the truth. I didn't dream--from your plays and things have said--that do this.” looked her with breathless solemnity. he said. “Something has happened.” “I'm changing.” She smiled. “Or of growing, even.” “Of not,” said “But listen! You don't know what done. Do you suppose I've been looking forward this job--making myself sensationally conspicuous, working with commercial-minded people? Oh, how I've dreaded that side And worrying all the because the scenario good. just It real people, and living; it was ideas--nothing but ideas--stalking around. That's Zanin, of He's a big man, he has got the ideas, but got quite; he just understand women,... Don't you she out her hands--“the only only really, with ordeal to help make people understand Truth. And I've known--it's discouraging--that we couldn't possibly clearly expressed for us.... Now do you see you've done? It's

he had not heard in it before. “It Isn't a rearrAngemEnt. it's A cReatEd
thIng.”

“Oh,” he cried, “yoU RealLy think that!”

“It carries thE big iDeA. it's tHE vEry spIrit of fREeDOM. It'S a--A
sOrt Of BAtTle-crY--” ShE gave a lIttle laugh--“of cOuRse it isn't
thaT, ExActly; it's reAllY a big vital drAma. i'm talkInG raTHer wiLdlY.
But--” SHe confROnted hIm; he lookeD pASt her hAIr at the WALl. she
sTamped her foot. “Don't MAkE Me go on saying thEse inaNe THiNGS,
plEasE! You know as WeLl as I DO what yoU'Ve DONE.”

“WhAT have I done?”

“You'Ve stated our FAitH with a FoRce ANd a finEness ThAT ZaNin, even,
coulD nevEr get. You'vE said iT All for uS.... oh, I owe yOu an apOloGy!
ZAnin TOlD yOu pArT Of tHE tRutH. i diDn't dream--FrOm Your pLays AND
THingS yoU havE said--That you could dO thIs.”

PeTEr lOoked At her Now wItH breaThless SolemNiTy. “I've changed,” he
sAid.

“SOmething hAs hApPenEd.”

“i'm not AShamed Of cHanGing.”

She Smiled.

“OR Of gRoWING, eVen.”

“Of course not,” said ShE. “bUt Listen! YoU don't kNOw WhAT you've doNe.
do yOu suPPOse I'vE beeN LoOking forWard to THiS jOb--makinG mYself
sEnSatIonAlly cONspiCuous, wOrking wiTh comMErcial-minded peOPle? Oh,
how I've drEAdED ThAT sidE of It! And worryiNg alL The tIme bECaUse THe
sceNario WaSN't GOod. It just wasn't. It wasN't Real peOple, fEeling and
liviNg; it was ideAS--NOthing buT ideAS--sTAlking around. ThAt's ZaNin,
of coursE. he's a big mAn, he hAs got the Ideas, but hE HAsn't got
_pEopLe_, qUitE; he JUSt Doesn't understAND womEn,... don't you See,”
 She threW ouT heR haNds--“ThE only reasOn, the onlY eXcUsE, rEalLy,
for GOing throUgH wiTh ThiS ordeAL is to hElp maKe peOpLe EVerYwhere
uNDeRSTand trUtH. And i've KnOwn--it'S beeN DisCouragiNg--that we
cOulDN't poSsIbLy do thaT unless it was cLeArly expresSeD foR us.... Now
DO You see whAt you've done? It's

he had not heard in it be fore. “Itisn't  area rr ange ment . It's a creat e d
th ing.”

“Oh,” he cried,  “you  r e ally th ink t hat!”
“ It c arr ie sthe  b i gidea.  It 's thevery spiri t o ffreedom. It' s  a --a
sort o f b attle-cry--”  Sh e gave  a  li t tle l aug h--“O f cour s e it i sn't
that ,e xactly ;  it's r e a ll y abig vital drama.I 'm talking rather  wildl y. Bu t - -”She  confronte dhim;h e looke d  p a s t  he r  hair at thewall. She
s t amp ed her  f oot .  “Don' t mak em e g o on saying  the se inanethings , 
please !  You kn ow aswel l a s Id owh atyo u 've do ne. ” 

“ What hav eIdone? ”

“ Y o u ' ve s tat ed o ur fa ith with a fo rce  and a f inene ss th at Z an in, e ven,
c ouldne ver get. You've  sai d it allfor  u s.. ..  Oh,I  owe y ouanapology !
Zanin tol dy o u  p art of the truth.Id i dn 't dream --from yo ur plays an dthi ngsy o u hav e sa i d- -that yo u coul d  d othis.”
P eter l oo ked  at  hern ow w ith br eathless  sole m nity. “I've ch a nged,” he
sai d .“ So m ethi nghas happene d.”“I'm  not as ham e d ofchang in g .” 
She smiled.

“Or o fgrowin g, ev en.”

“Of cou rse not,”s a i d she. “ Butl is t en! You don'tknowwhat you'v e  done.
D o you  suppose  I've bee n lookingfor war d t o t h i sjob--making m y s elfse nsation all y consp icu ous , w ork in g with co mmercial -m in de dpeo ple?O h,
how I 'v e d re ade d tha t  sideof it ! An dwo r ryi ng allt he t imebe ca usethe 
s cenar io w a sn' t good.  It justwas n 't.It  w asn't r eal people, f ee ling and
l iv ing ; it w a s  ideas-- nothing but ideas--stal k ing aro und . Tha t'sZanin,
of  co urse.He' s  a big  man,he ha sgot t he id e a s,  bu the hasn'tg o t
_ peopl e_ , qu ite; he  just doesn't unde r sta nd women,...Don 't y o u  s ee, ” 
s heth r ewo u t her hands--“t he only re as o n,  the onlye xcu se , reall y,
forgoing through  with thi s ordealis  toh e lpmake peopl e everyw here
unde r stand Tr uth.And  I'vekn own --it' s been dis coura ging-- th at wecould n' t possib ly do that unless it wa s clea rly e xpr essed for  us . ...  Now
do y ou s ee what yo u'v e d one?It' s 

he had_not heard_in it before. “It_isn't a_rearrangement._It's a_created
thing.”

“Oh,”_he cried, “you_really think that!”

“It_carries the big idea._It's the very_spirit_of freedom. It's a--a
sort of battle-cry--” She gave a little laugh--“Of course it isn't
that,_exactly;_it's really_a_big_vital drama. I'm talking rather_wildly.
But--” She confronted him; he_looked past_her hair at the wall. She
stamped her foot._“Don't_make me go_on saying these inane things,
please! You know as well_as I do what you've done.”

“What_have I done?”

“You've_stated_our_faith with a force_and a fineness that Zanin, even,
could_never get. You've said it all_for us.... Oh, I owe you an_apology!
Zanin told you part of the_truth. I didn't dream--from your_plays and
things_you have said--that you could_do this.”

Peter looked_at her_now with breathless_solemnity. “I've changed,” he
said.

“Something has happened.”

“I'm_not ashamed of_changing.”

She smiled.

“Or of growing, even.”

“Of course_not,”_said she. “But_listen!_You_don't know_what you've done.
Do_you_suppose I've_been_looking forward to this job--making myself
sensationally_conspicuous,_working with commercial-minded people? Oh,
how I've dreaded_that side of it!_And_worrying all the time_because the
scenario wasn't good. It_just wasn't. It wasn't real people,_feeling and
living;_it was_ideas--nothing but ideas--stalking around. That's Zanin,
of course. He's a big man,_he has got the ideas, but_he hasn't got
_people_, quite;_he just_doesn't_understand women,... Don't_you_see,”
 she_threw out her hands--“the only reason, the_only excuse,_really,
for going through with this ordeal_is to help make_people_everywhere
understand Truth. And I've known--it's been_discouraging--that we
couldn't possibly do that unless_it was clearly expressed for_us...._Now
do_you see what you've done?_It's