If you want to take this thing off my hands, I reckon I can let you have it in 'most any shape you say.

You're all settled here in New York, and I don't suppose you want to break up, much, at your time of life, and I've been thinkin' whether you wouldn't like to take the thing." The word, which Dryfoos had now used three times, made March at last think of Fulkerson; he had been filled too full of himself to think of any one else till he had mastered the notion of such wonderful good fortune as seemed about falling to him.

But now he did think of Fulkerson, and with some shame and confusion; for he remembered how, when Dryfoos had last approached him there on the business of his connection with 'Every Other Week,' he had been very haughty with him, and told him that he did not know him in this connection.

He blushed to find how far his thoughts had now run without encountering this obstacle of etiquette.
"Have you spoken to Mr.Fulkerson ?" he asked.
"No, I hain't.

It ain't a question of management.