I'll let the old fellow down easy." "Do you mean," asked March, "that Mr.Dryfoos insists on his being dismissed ?" "Why, there isn't any dismissing about it," Fulkerson argued.

"If you don't send him any more work, he won't do any more, that's all.

Or if he comes round, you can--He's to be referred to me." March shook his head, and his wife, with a sigh, felt herself plucked up from the soft circumstance of their lives, which she had sunk back into so quickly, and set beside him on that cold peak of principle again.

"It won't do, Fulkerson.

It's very good of you, and all that, but it comes to the same thing in the end.