"Do you really think so?"
"Of course I do. I'm ready to-morrow for the matter of that."
"But could you do something great?"
"Something great! As to earning my bread, you mean? I do not think I could do that. I didn't turn my hand to it early enough."
"I wasn't thinking of—your bread."
"You said,—could I do something great?"
"Frank, I wrote you a letter and described it all. How I got the courage to do it I do not know. I feel as though I could not bring myself to say it now. I wonder whether you would have the courage."
"I should say so. I don't know quite what sort of thing it is; but I generally have pluck enough for anything in a common way."
"This is something in an uncommon way."
"I couldn't break open Travers and Treason, and get at the safe, or anything in that way."