"What would you like better, Will?"
"I don't know —" said Rufus meditatively — "I believe I'll take your advice. There was an offer made to me a week or two ago — at least I was spoken to, in reference to a Southern piece of business —"
"Not another agency?"
"No — no, engineering; — but I threw it off, not thinking then, or not knowing, that I would have anything more to do with the matter — I dare say it's not too late yet."
"But Will," said his brother, "whatever choice you make now, it is your last choice."
"How do you know it is my last choice?" said Rufus.
"Because it ought to be."
Rufus took to silence and meditating again.
"Any profession rightly managed, will carry you to the goal of honour; but no two will, ridden alternately."
"It seems so," said Rufus bitterly.