“I will —­ if I can.”

“Tell me what I shall do.”

“Tell me your own thoughts first, Will.”

“I have hardly any.  The world at large seems a wretched and utter blank to me.”

“Make your mark on it, then.”

“Ah! —­ that is what we used to say. —­ I don’t see how it is to be done.”

“It is to be done in many ways, Rufus; in many courses of action; and there is hardly one you can set your hand to, in which it may not be done.”

Rufus again struggled with some feeling that was too much for him.

“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.”

“I suppose that follows,” said Rufus with some disdainful expression.

“There is no more respectable profession.”

“It gives a man small chance to distinguish himself,” said Rufus, —­ “and it takes one out of the world.”

“Distinction may be attained almost anywhere,” said Winthrop.

“’Who sweeps a room as for thy laws,
“‘Makes that and th’ action fine.’”

“I should like to see you do it!” was Rufus’s scornful rejoinder.

“What?”

“Sweep rooms by way of distinction.”

“I don’t know about the distinction,” said Winthrop; “but the thing you may see me do any morning, if you come at the right hour.”

“Sweep these rooms?”

“With a broomstick.”

“Why Winthrop, that’s beneath you!”

“I have been thinking so lately,” said Winthrop.  “It wasn’t, in the days when I couldn’t afford to pay any one for doing it; and those days reached down to a very late point.”

“Afford!” said Rufus, standing still in his walk; —­ “Why you have made money enough ever since you began practice, to afford such a thing as that.”

“Ay —­ if I could have put it all on the floor.”

“Where had you to put it?”

“I had Mr. Inchbald to reward for his long trust in me, and Mr. Herder to reimburse for his kindness, —­ and some other sources of expenditure to meet.”

“Mr. Herder could have been paid out of the costs of this lawsuit.”

“No, he couldn’t.”