"Well, I was prouder of my cousin when he had The Museion."
"I didn't ask you what you thought of me. Perhaps I'm not very proud of myself."
"I don't suppose it satisfies your ambition—I should be sorry if it did."
"My ambition? What do you think it was?"
"It was, wasn't it—To be a great critic?"
"It depends on what you call great."
"Well, you came very near it once."
"When?"
"When you were editor of The Museion."
He smiled sadly. "The editor of The Museion, Lucia, was a very little man with a very big conceit of himself. I admit he made himself pretty conspicuous. So does every leader of a forlorn hope."