"Few large or small families in my part of New York pinch along on so little."
"What has happened to you?" said Tetlow, dropping into a chair and folding his fat hands on his stomach.
"Why?" asked Norman.
"It's in your voice—in your face—in your cool demand for a big income."
"Let's start right, old man," said Norman. "Don't call thirty-six thousand a year big or you'll think it big. And if you think it big, you will stay little."
Tetlow nodded. "I'm ready to grow," said he. "Now what's happened to you?"
"I've got married," replied Norman.
"I thought so. To Miss—Hallowell?"
"To Miss Hallowell. So my way's clear, and I'm going to resume the march."
"Yes?"