But I'd rather be taking the chances with Fulkerson alone than with Fulkerson and Dryfoos to back him.

Dryfoos seems, somehow, to take the poetry and the pleasure out of the thing." Mrs.March was a long time silent.

Then she began, "Well, my dear, I never wanted to come to New York--" "Neither did I," March promptly put in.
"But now that we're here," she went on, "I'm not going to have you letting every little thing discourage you.

I don't see what there was in Mr.Dryfoos's manner to give you any anxiety.

He's just a common, stupid, inarticulate country person, and he didn't know how to express himself, as I said in the beginning, and that's the reason he didn't say anything." "Well, I don't deny you're right about it." "It's dreadful," his wife continued, "to be mixed up with such a man and his family, but I don't believe he'll ever meddle with your management, and, till he does, all you need do is to have as little to do with him as possible, and go quietly on your own way." "Oh, I shall go on quietly enough," said March.