"Berhaps some other time.

We geep the ondertakers bratty puzy down here." "Well," said March, "undertakers must live, even if the rest of us have to die to let them." Lindau laughed, and March went on: "But I'm glad it isn't your funeral, Lindau.

And you say you're not sick, and so I don't see why we shouldn't come to business." "Pusiness ?" Lindau lifted his eyebrows.

"You gome on pusiness ?" "And pleasure combined," said March, and he went on to explain the service he desired at Lindau's hands.
The old man listened with serious attention, and with assenting nods that culminated in a spoken expression of his willingness to undertake the translations.

March waited with a sort of mechanical expectation of his gratitude for the work put in his way, but nothing of the kind came from Lindau, and March was left to say, "Well, everything is understood, then; and I don't know that I need add that if you ever want any little advance on the work--" "I will ask you," said Lindau, quietly, "and I thank you for that.