"I am not sorry for that, Will. I never liked it for you, nor you for it."
"I have nothing to do. — I am a loose pin in the Mosaic of society — the pattern is all made up without me."
"What pin has got your place?" said Winthrop.
"What do you mean?"
"Simply, that as in the nature of things there cannot be too many pins, a pin that is out of place must be such by a derelict of duty."
"What is my place?"
"If my word would set you in it, I would tell you."
"Tell me, and perhaps it will."
"I should bid you return to your engineer's work and serve God in it."
"Very poor chance for serving God or man, in that work," said
Rufus. "Or myself."