After all, getting married wasn't entirely sacrifice. Some people seemed to enjoy parts of it, at least. But Christabel, with her shining eyes and gallant words, sometimes made him feel as if he had helped her into the tumbril and started her off toward the guillotine.
There can be sacrifice on both sides, he thought. It's not going to be so easy to paint the things I want to paint, with a wife to support.
"We're never going to interfere with each other's work," she said.
"Well, but the kind of thing I do now isn't bringing in enough to live on."
"Dearest, I know you can find other things, just to do in your spare time. You see, you don't realize how wonderful you are, and I do! I believe in you, Elliott!"
"What sort of things?"
"Oh, cover designs and things like that."
"I loathe the idea!"
She looked wounded.
"Of course I'd do anything to make our mar-
