"Eve," he said, without looking round, "I want your help."
He heard the faint rustling of her dress as she turned towards
him, and he knew that he had struck the right chord. All true
women respond to an appeal for aid as steel answers to the
magnet. He could feel her expectancy in the silence.
"You know--we all know--that the present moment is very vital.
That it's impossible to deny the crisis in the air. Nobody
feels it more than I do--nobody is more exorbitantly keen to
have a share--a part, when the real fight comes--" He stopped;
then he turned slowly and their eyes met. "If a man is to
succeed in such a desire," he went on, deliberately, "he must
exclude all others--he must have one purpose, one interest,
one thought. He must forget that--"
Eve lifted her head quickly. "--that he has a wife," she
finished, gently. "I think I understand."
There was no annoyance in her face or voice, no suggestion of
selfishness or of hurt vanity. She had read his meaning with
disconcerting clearness, and responded with disconcerting
generosity.
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