Condy, IS there anything in the world better or
finer than a strong man?"
"Not unless it is a good woman, Blix."
"I suppose I look at it from a woman's point of view; but for me a
STRONG man--strong in everything--is the grandest thing in the
world. Women love strong men, Condy. They can forgive a strong
man almost anything."
Condy did not immediately answer, and in the interval an idea
occurred to Blix that at once hardened into a determination. But
she said nothing at the moment. The spell of the sunset was gone
and they had evidently reached the end of that subject of their
talk. Blix rose to light the gas. Will you promise me one thing,
Condy?" she said. "Don't if you don't want to. But will you
promise me that you will tell me whenever you do play?"
"That I'll promise you!" exclaimed Condy; "and I'll keep that,
too."
"And now, let's hear the story--or what you've done of it."
They drew up to the dining-room table with its cover of blue denim
edged with white cord, and Condy unrolled his manuscript and read
through what he had written. She approved, and, as he had
foreseen, "caught on" to every one of his points. He was almost
ready to burst into cheers when she said:
"Any one reading that would almost believe you had been a diver
yourself, or at least had lived with divers. Those little details
count, don't they? Condy, I've an idea. See what you think of it.
Instead of having the story end with his leaving her down there
and going away, do it this way.
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