“If I were reasonably certain, I should hold on; by all means.”
“O, I’m dead sure! I wouldn’t give the president of our bank sixpence to insure me.”
“Of course you will hold on, then,” I added.
“That’s the trouble,” said he, slapping his fist upon the table, and then swallowing another potion.
“What’s the trouble?” I inquired, kindly asking the questions he suggested.
“Why, the holding on.”
“But if you are sure of the result, you cannot be in doubt in regard to your course.”
“Well, I’m in no doubt about that.”
“What are you in doubt about?”