And again Rufus laughed, in high delight.

“I have no business with that,” said Winthrop.

“What are you doing now?”

“Studying law.”

“Stop.”

“What for?”

“To talk to me.”

“It seems to me I have been doing that for some time,” said Winthrop, without looking off his book.

“But I haven’t begun.  Winthrop, —­ I have a great mind to give up this engineering business.”

“To do what instead?”

“Why —­ you know I shall have some money coming to me —­ quite a little sum; —­ Mr. Haye has very kindly offered to put me in the way of laying it out to good advantage, and eventually of getting into another line of occupation which would at the same time be more lucrative, less laborious, and would keep me in the regions of civilization. —­ And perhaps —­ Winthrop —­ something might follow thereupon, —­”

“What?” said his brother looking up.

“Something —­”

“More definite in your purpose than in your speech.”

“Not my purpose, exactly,” said Rufus, —­ “but in possibility.”

“There is no peg in possibility for a wise man to hang his cap on.”

“Perhaps I am not a wise man,” said Rufus, with a very queer face, as if his mind were giving an askance look at the subject.

“That’s a supposititious case I shall leave you to deal with.”

“Why it’s the very sort of case it’s your business to deal with,” said Rufus.  “If the world was full of wise men you’d stand a pretty fair chance of starving, Governor.  But seriously, —­ do you think it is unbecoming a wise man to take any lawful means of keeping out of the way of that same devil of starvation?”

“Do you mean to say that you are in any danger of it?” said Winthrop looking up again.

“Why no, —­ not exactly; taking the words literally.  But one may starve and yet have enough to eat.”

“If one refuses one’s food.”

“If one don’t!  I tell you, I have been starving for these two years past.  It is not living, to make to-day only feed to-morrow.  Besides —­ I don’t see any harm in purchasing, if one can, an exemption from the universal doom of eating one’s bread in the sweat of one’s brow.”

“I think it depends entirely on what one pays for the purchase,” said Winthrop.

“Suppose one pays nothing.”

“One executes a most unaccountable business transaction.”

Rufus stopped and looked at him, and then took up his walk, and half laughing went on.

“Suppose we leave talking in the dark, and understand one another.  Do you know what I am driving at?”

“Have you set off?” said Winthrop, with again a glance which seemed to add to Rufus’s amusement.

“No,” he said, —­ “I am just waiting for you to give me leave.”

“The reins are not in my hands.”

“Yes they are.  Seriously, Winthrop, do you know what we are talking about? —­ What do you think of my making suit to one of these ladies?”