"Now, you talk it over with your wife.

You give her a fair, unprejudiced chance at the thing on its merits, and I'm very much mistaken in Mrs.March if she doesn't tell you to go in and win.

We're bound to win!" They stood on the outside steps of the vast edifice beetling like a granite crag above them, with the stone groups of an allegory of life-insurance foreshortened in the bas-relief overhead.

March absently lifted his eyes to it.

It was suddenly strange after so many years' familiarity, and so was the well-known street in its Saturday-evening solitude.