"And I do hate to have a thing overstated." "And the glory--you do really think there's something in the glory that pays ?" "Not a doubt of it! I shouldn't care for the paltry return in money," said Fulkerson, with a burlesque of generous disdain, "if it wasn't for the glory along with it." "And how should you feel about the glory, if there was no money along with it ?" "Well, sir, I'm happy to say we haven't come to that yet." "Now, Conrad, here," said the old man, with a sort of pathetic rancor, "would rather have the glory alone.

I believe he don't even care much for your kind of glory, either, Mr.Fulkerson." Fulkerson ran his little eyes curiously over Conrad's face and then March's, as if searching for a trace there of something gone before which would enable him to reach Dryfoos's whole meaning.

He apparently resolved to launch himself upon conjecture.

"Oh, well, we know how Conrad feels about the things of this world, anyway.

I should like to take 'em on the plane of another sphere, too, sometimes; but I noticed a good while ago that this was the world I was born into, and so I made up my mind that I would do pretty much what I saw the rest of the folks doing here below.