"Your notions have changed a little from the old ones, — and I have kept mine," he said.
"I spoke of making your mark, — not of being seen to do it," his brother returned.
Again Rufus was silent.
"Well but the question is not of that now," he said, "but of doing something; — to escape from the dishonour and the misery of doing nothing."
"Still you have not told me your thoughts, Will. You are not fit for a merchant."
"I'll never enter a counting-house again! — for anything!" was
Rufus's reply.
"If I were in your place, I should take up my old trade of engineering again, just where I left it off."
Rufus walked, and walked.
"But I am fit for better things," — he said at length.
"Then you are fit for that."