'I should hope you would do better than your best. Be punctual and steady in this business; for, really, you owe August Scheffer more than a shop full of shoes is worth. You will get as much good as you can possibly give. I wish I had your chance!'
'To teach him, Josephine?'
'To be a helpful man, dear Paul.'
'As far as I can see, everybody in these days is wishing that he was somebody else. That's what's the matter with Scheffer.'
'No,' said Josephine, quietly; 'it isn't. Not that. He wouldn't take any man's place that lives. Ask him.'
'Of course he would say 'No.' He is proud as Lucifer.'
'I like his spirit.'
'Yes, and you like Cromwell's spirit, too. What in the world do you suppose he is going to do?'
'What?' asked Josephine, as if she did not know.
Paul surveyed her for a moment. Did she not know? He could not decide. He could look through most people, simple, earnest, penetrating fellow that he was; but not through Josephine.