"But look here!"cried her husband."Suppose she doesn't like him?""How can a girl of that age tell whether she likes any one or not?""It seems to me you were able to tell at.that age,Isabel.But let's examine this thing.(This thing!I believe Fulkerson is characterizing my whole parlance,as well as your morals.)Why shouldn't we rejoice as much at a non-marriage as a marriage?When we consider the enormous risks people take in linking their lives together,after not half so much thought as goes to an ordinary horse trade,I think we ought to be glad whenever they don't do it.I believe that this popular demand for the matrimony of others comes from our novel-reading.We get to thinking that there is no other happiness or good-fortune in life except marriage;and it's offered in fiction as the highest premium for virtue,courage,beauty,learning,and saving human life.We all know it isn't.We know that in reality marriage is dog cheap,and anybody can have it for the asking--if he keeps asking enough people.By-and-by some fellow will wake up and see that a first-class story can be written from the anti-marriage point of view;and he'll begin with an engaged couple,and devote his novel to disengaging them and rendering them separately happy ever after in the denouement.It will make his everlasting fortune.""Why don't you write it,Basil?"she asked."It's a delightful idea.
You could do it splendidly."
He became fascinated with the notion.He developed it in detail;but at the end he sighed and said:"With this 'Every Other Week'work on my hands,of course I can't attempt a novel.But perhaps I sha'n't have it long."She was instantly anxious to know what he meant,and the novel and Miss Leighton's affair were both dropped out of their thoughts."What do you mean?Has Mr.Fulkerson said anything yet?""Not a word.He knows no more about it than I do.Dryfoos hasn't spoken,and we're both afraid to ask him.Of course,I couldn't ask him.""No."
"But it's pretty uncomfortable,to be kept hanging by the gills so,as Fulkerson says.""Yes,we don't know what to do."
March and Fulkerson said the same to each other;and Fulkerson said that if the old man pulled out,he did not know what would happen.He had no capital to carry the thing on,and the very fact that the old man had pulled out would damage it so that it would be hard to get anybody else to put it.In the mean time Fulkerson was running Conrad's office-work,when he ought to be looking after the outside interests of the thing;and he could not see the day when he could get married.
"I don't know which it's worse for,March:you or me.I don't know,under the circumstances,whether it's worse to have a family or to want to have one.Of course--of course!We can't hurry the old man up.It wouldn't be decent,and it would be dangerous.We got to wait."He almost decided to draw upon Dryfoos for some money;he did not need any,but,he said maybe the demand would act as a hint upon him.One day,about a week after Alma's final rejection of Beaton,Dryfoos came into March's office.Fulkerson was out,but the old man seemed not to have tried to see him.
He put his hat on the floor by his chair,after he sat down,and looked at March awhile with his old eyes,which had the vitreous glitter of old.
eyes stimulated to sleeplessness.Then he said,abruptly,"Mr.March,how would you like to take this thing off my hands?""I don't understand,exactly,"March began;but of course he understood that Dryfoos was offering to let him have 'Every Other Week'on some terms or other,and his heart leaped with hope.
The old man knew he understood,and so he did not explain.He said:
"I am going to Europe,to take my family there.The doctor thinks it might do my wife some good;and I ain't very well myself,and my girls both want to go;and so we're goin'.If you want to take this thing off my hands,I reckon I can let you have it in 'most any shape you say.
You're all settled here in New York,and I don't suppose you want to break up,much,at your time of life,and I've been thinkin'whether you wouldn't like to take the thing."The word,which Dryfoos had now used three times,made March at last think of Fulkerson;he had been filled too full of himself to think of any one else till he had mastered the notion of such wonderful good fortune as seemed about falling to him.But now he did think of Fulkerson,and with some shame and confusion;for he remembered how,when Dryfoos had last approached him there on the business of his connection with 'Every Other Week,'he had been very haughty with him,and told him that he did not know him in this connection.He blushed to find how far his thoughts had now run without encountering this obstacle of etiquette.
"Have you spoken to Mr.Fulkerson?"he asked.
"No,I hain't.It ain't a question of management.It's a question of buying and selling.I offer the thing to you first.I reckon Fulkerson couldn't get on very well without you."March saw the real difference in the two cases,and he was glad to see it,because he could act more decisively if not hampered by an obligation to consistency."I am gratified,of course,Mr.Dryfoos;extremely gratified;and it's no use pretending that I shouldn't be happy beyond bounds to get possession of 'Every Other Week.'But I don't feel quite free to talk about it apart from Mr.Fulkerson.""Oh,all right!"said the old man,with quick offence.
March hastened to say:"I feel bound to Mr.Fulkerson in every way.He got me to come here,and I couldn't even seem to act without him."He put it questioningly,and the old man answered:
"Yes,I can see that.When 'll he be in?I can wait."But he looked impatient.
"Very soon,now,"said March,looking at his watch."He was only to be gone a moment,"and while he went on to talk with Dryfoos,he wondered why the old man should have come first to speak with him,and whether it was from some obscure wish to make him reparation for displeasures in the past,or from a distrust or dislike of Fulkerson.Whichever light he looked at it in,it was flattering.
