In the mean time Fulkerson was running Conrad's office-work, when he ought to be looking after the outside interests of the thing; and he could not see the day when he could get married.
"I don't know which it's worse for, March: you or me.

I don't know, under the circumstances, whether it's worse to have a family or to want to have one.

Of course--of course! We can't hurry the old man up.

It wouldn't be decent, and it would be dangerous.

We got to wait." He almost decided to draw upon Dryfoos for some money; he did not need any, but, he said maybe the demand would act as a hint upon him.