He says he owes it all to me; that I invented the idea--the germ--the microbe." His wife had now realized the fact, at least in a degree that excluded trifling with it.

"That is very honorable of Mr.Fulkerson; and if he owes it to you, it was the least he could do." Having recognized her husband's claim to the honor done him, she began to kindle with a sense of the honor itself and the value of the opportunity.

"It's a very high compliment to you, Basil--a very high compliment.

And you could give up this wretched insurance business that you've always hated so, and that's making you so unhappy now that you think they're going to take it from you.

Give it up and take Mr.Fulkerson's offer! It's a perfect interposition, coming just at this time! Why, do it! Mercy!" she suddenly arrested herself, "he wouldn't expect you to get along on the possible profits ?" Her face expressed the awfulness of the notion.
March smiled reassuringly, and waited to give himself the pleasure of the sensation he meant to give her.