"Then you'll settle down just like before, and it will be all a bad
dream?"
"Perhaps I will." His voice lifted a little.
"You're not going away?"
That was what he had come here to decide, and there flashed into his
mind a curious conception that was both fanciful and reassuring.
"Forget about the works for a moment; I want to ask you something."
"But do I know?" She smiled doubtfully.
"Yes, you'll know without any question whatever. It's the case of a
man who worked very hard, and he didn't work for money or glory, or
anything of that kind, but just because he loved it and couldn't help
it."
"That sounds very like yourself."
"There are many men like that, more than most people imagine," he said
quietly; "and after this one had, so to speak, built the foundations
and walls, he had not money enough to put on the roof, and another man
came along and offered to do it. Of course, he would get the credit
for the whole building. It was a very important one, and it affected
the lives and comfort of a great many people who would suffer if it
were not completed."