There's no hurry, as Mr.March suggests, if we can give the thing this shape.

I will cheerfully adopt the idea of my honorable colleague." March laughed at his impudence, but at heart he was ashamed of Fulkerson for proposing to make use of Dryfoos and his house in that way.

He fancied something appealing in the look that the old man turned on him, and something indignant in Conrad's flush; but probably this was only his fancy.

He reflected that neither of them could feel it as people of more worldly knowledge would, and he consoled himself with the fact that Fulkerson was really not such a charlatan as he seemed.

But it went through his mind that this was a strange end for all Dryfoos's money-making to come to; and he philosophically accepted the fact of his own humble fortunes when he reflected how little his money could buy for such a man.