"Of course, you know you'll have pretty good prospects here----" stated Welton tentatively.
"I understand that; but the work doesn't satisfy me, somehow: I'm through with it."
"Getting restless," surmised Welton. "What you need is a vacation. I forgot we kept you at it pretty close all last winter. Take a couple weeks off and make a trip in back somewheres."
Bob shook his head.
"It isn't that; I'm sorry. I'm just through with this. I couldn't keep on at it and do good work. I know that."
"It's a vacation you need," insisted Welton chuckling, "—or else you're in love. Isn't that, is it?"
"No," Bob laughed quite wholeheartedly. "It isn't that."
"You haven't got a better job, have you?" Welton joked.
Bob considered. "Yes; I believe I have," he said at last; "at least I'm hoping to get it."
Welton looked at him closely; saw that he was in earnest.