"Yes. It's tomorrow now. If this is too soon, tomorrow and tomorrow are yet to come."
"Well, Elijah, if it's all right, my answer is yes."
Elijah took Winston's hand in both of his own; his eyes spoke the words his tongue could not utter.
"It's going to be uphill work, Elijah, but I guess we'll manage it."
"Of course we will." Elijah was striding up and down the little office. He paused and looked thoughtfully out of the window.
"This hasn't got into your blood yet, eh?" he jerked his thumb toward the hustling street.
"Not much! It would be fun to watch this racket if a fellow hadn't a conscience. Do you know, I'm getting to believe that men and things are built on the same lines. The sweeter the wine, the sharper the vinegar, and you may pound my head for a drum if the smartest man doesn't make the biggest kind of a fool."
"I guess that's so, if he lets himself go. I'm not going to let go."
Winston looked at Elijah with an expression that might be interpreted as jocular or serious.
"Hold tight. I've seen men as sharp as you, crowding another fellow out and blowing hot air into his balloon."