"I don't know what I deserve," said Winthrop gravely. "I am afraid I have not got it."
"How oddly and rightly we were nicknamed in childhood!" Rufus went on bitterly, half communing with himself. — "I for fiery impulse, and you for calm rule."
"I don't want to rule," said Winthrop half laughing. "And I assure you I make no effort after it."
"You do it, and always will. You have the love and respect and admiration of everybody that knows you — in a very high degree; and there is not a soul in the world that cares for me, except yourself."
"I do not think that is true, Will," said Winthrop after a little pause. "But even suppose it were — those are not the things one lives for."
"What does one live for then!" Rufus said almost fiercely.
"At least they are not what I live for," said Winthrop correcting himself.
"What do you live for?"
His brother hesitated.
"For another sort of approbation — That I may hear 'Well done,' from the lips of my King, — by and by."