"But you do not understand it very well yourself. Are you sure?"
"Am I sure of what?"
"That this man does not know his business?"
"No further sure than I can have confidence in my own common sense."
"What will you do?" said Mrs. Rossitur, after a moment.
A question men are not fond of answering, especially when they have not made up their minds. Mr. Rossitur was silent, and his wife too, after that.
"If I could get some long-headed Yankee to go along with him," he remarked again, balancing his spoon on the edge of his cup, in curious illustration of his own mental position at the moment Donohan being the only fixed point, and all the rest wavering in uncertainty. There were a few silent minutes before anybody answered.
"If you want one, and don't know of one, uncle Rolf," said
Fleda, "I dare say cousin Seth might."
That gentle modest speech brought his attention round upon her. His face softened.
"Cousin Seth? who is cousin Seth?"