"If I'll make striking phrases for it and edit it, too, he'll give me four thousand dollars." He leaned back in his chair, and stuck his hands deep into his pockets, and watched his wife's face, luminous with the emotions that flashed through her mind-doubt, joy, anxiety.
"Basil! You don't mean it! Why, take it! Take it instantly! Oh, what a thing to happen! Oh, what luck! But you deserve it, if you first suggested it.

What an escape, what a triumph over all those hateful insurance people! Oh, Basil, I'm afraid he'll change his mind! You ought to have accepted on the spot.

You might have known I would approve, and you could so easily have taken it back if I didn't.

Telegraph him now! Run right out with the despatch--Or we can send Tom!" In these imperatives of Mrs.March's there was always much of the conditional.

She meant that he should do what she said, if it were entirely right; and she never meant to be considered as having urged him.
"And suppose his enterprise went wrong ?" her husband suggested.
"It won't go wrong.