"Well, submits to it, then,—the next best thing."
"Hardly even submits. I think he begins to doubt himself."
"He is of the age for doubting himself. It is at twenty that we are infallible. To be sure, some happy men are so all their lives. Shaler, I dare say, wouldn't have a doubt of his own wisdom, if the whole hundred and seventy-three were starved or hanged. If there are marks of care on Harvey's face, reasons might be found for it without inventing for him an uneasy conscience."
"I think he envies Shaler, and would follow his example, if he had the resolution. It is strange to see a brave man under such a thraldom."
"If Frank Harvey wants courage, it is something new."
"There are men who have courage to face a foe, but not to stand up against a friend."
"Certainly, in such a project, he would have his wife's family to count with, to say nothing of his own children. I fancy he would hardly find a co-adjutor in Fred. You know Fred Harvey, Harry; he was at school with you in Paris. What sort of a fellow was he then?"
"I liked him."
"I was not ill-pleased with him, when I saw him in Paris four years ago. A fine-looking fellow; formed manners; modest enough, too. I thought he would fill his place in the world creditably. Did you see much of him, Harry, after you left school?"
"For a year I saw him constantly. We went to the same lectures at the Jardin des Plantes."