"What are you doing now? Bacteriology?"
"Yes. We've found the thing we were looking for, the germ of trench fever."
"You mean you have."
"Well, somebody would have spotted it if I hadn't. A lot of us were out for it."
"Oh Eliot, I am so glad. That means you'll stamp out the disease, doesn't it?"
"Probably. In time."
"I knew you'd do it. I knew you'd do something big before you'd finished."
"My dear, I've only just begun. But there's nothing big about it but the research, and we were all in that. All looking for the same thing. Happening to spot it is just heaven's own luck."
"But aren't you glad it was you?"
"It doesn't matter who it is. But I suppose I'm glad. It's the sort of thing I wanted to do and it's rather more important than most things one does."