"Why surely you understand
that. It is self-evident, is it not? He cannot do his laboratory work
because he has lost his eyes."
"Eyes--yes. But the eye is only an instrument; he has not lost his
brain." The flush in her cheeks deepened. Her eyes met his in challenge.
Her voice on that had been very firm.
He was quick to read beyond the words. "You are asking, intending to ask,
why he could not go on, working through some assistant?"
"I want to know just what is your idea of why he cannot. All the things
of mind and temperament--things which make him Karl--are there as before.
Are we not letting a very little thing hold us back?"--there was much
repression now, as though she must hold herself in check, and wait.
"I've thought about it too!" he exclaimed. "Heaven knows I've tried to
see it that way. But my conclusion has always been like Karl's: the
handicap would be too great."
"Why?" she asked calmly.
"Why? Why--because," he replied, almost impatiently, and then laughed a
little at his woman's reason.
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