It was quite impossible for him to affect a more explicit interest in the fact.

He and Dryfoos sat silent for a few moments, and he was vainly casting about in his thought for something else which would tide them over the interval till Fulkerson came, when he heard his step on the stairs.
"Hello, hello!" he said.

"Meeting of the clans!" It was always a meeting of the clans, with Fulkerson, or a field day, or an extra session, or a regular conclave, whenever he saw people of any common interest together.

"Hain't seen you here for a good while, Mr.Dryfoos.Did think some of running away with 'Every Other Week' one while, but couldn't seem to work March up to the point." He gave Dryfoos his hand, and pushed aside the papers on the corner of March's desk, and sat down there, and went on briskly with the nonsense he could always talk while he was waiting for another to develop any matter of business; he told March afterward that he scented business in the air as soon as he came into the room where he and Dryfoos were sitting.
Dryfoos seemed determined to leave the word to March, who said, after an inquiring look at him, "Mr.Dryfoos has been proposing to let us have 'Every Other Week,' Fulkerson." "Well, that's good; that suits yours truly; March & Fulkerson, publishers and proprietors, won't pretend it don't, if the terms are all right." "The terms," said the old man, "are whatever you want 'em.

I haven't got any more use for the concern--" He gulped, and stopped; they knew what he was thinking of, and they looked down in pity.