"I was astonished, Jane! It was as if sunshine suddenly played over a gray room. The room was charming, well appointed, choice, but a trifle cold. But now, you've let the sun into it. It's warm, it's human, it's home." "That's what I want you to feel. I'm just as new-born as baby. I had to write it all over, to bring me up to date. I feel so young--younger than I ever felt in my life. Of course, youth must be a state of mind, since I find mine when I'm almost thirty." He smiled his appreciation. "Certainly, wise woman, youth has nothing to do with time. It comes to some of us young and to some of us late. When it comes to us at thirty we are lucky, for by that time we know how to value it. The old saying that no actress under thirty is a good Juliet has true psychology behind it. She has only just gotten far enough away at thirty to analyze youth, to dramatize it, get at the heart of it." "My youthful vigour is such, Martin, that at this rate I shall be through by Christmas," she smiled. "How do you manage--small infant, house, gifted husband, and secret career?" "I have health, brains, and a most sensible husband. He helps with the baby." "You mean it?" unbelievingly. "Certainly. While I work, he watches son; while he works, I watch son." "But he doesn't know about your work." "No. But I convinced him that it was fair to divide the responsibility a little." "I'd no notion that he had modern ideas on this subject." "He hasn't. He is the most anti-feministic, 'woman's-place-is-in-the-home' enthusiast you ever heard preach." "But he practises Ellen Key!" "Oh, well; who ever held a preacher strictly to practice?" she laughed. "And we men go on believing that the serpent actually fooled Eve, back there in the Garden!" laughed Martin Christiansen. CHAPTER XXIII The studio house-warming was a great event, in artist circles, and inspired Jane to announce a day at home. "Jane, what has come over you? I used to think, when we lived in the old studio, that you were the most indifferent person, socially, that I ever met," said Jerry. "I apologize, Jerry, but you've got to get used to a new me. I want people to come here; I want them to think it is a happy, refreshing place to come to." "Jane, have you any regular seasons for changing personalities? I have gotten used to two totally different beings since I have known you, and now you present me with a third!" "Like being married to a chameleon, isn't it?" "No, for a chameleon takes its colour from its surroundings, but you don't." "No; I take the colour of my interior," she laughed. "You'd better see a doctor if your interior changes colour every few months." "I've had all the big experiences of my life in the last two years. Of course I'm not the same person. If marriage and motherhood leave a woman unchanged, she is made of marble, or tin." "You even look different, Jane." "Why not, if I _am_ different?" "You are beautiful and spirited. You used to be a trifle cold."