"My father's books never paid."
Electra gazed at her, with wide-eyed reproach.
"You don't give that as a reason!"
Rose had recovered herself and remembered again the things she meant to
leave untouched.
"No," she said, "I don't give it as a reason. I only give it."
Electra was looking at her, rebuffed and puzzled; then a ray shot
through her fog.
"Ah," she said, "wouldn't it be one of the inconceivable things if we
who have followed his work and studied him at a distance knew him better
than you who have had the privilege of knowing him at first hand?"