"
"Personally, I think it is splendid. But the important thing is: does it
satisfy _you?_"
"Oh, quite." He added: "If they had gone outside for a man, I might have
felt slighted. It is very different with a man like West. I am perfectly
willing to wait. You may remember that I did not promise to be editor in
any particular year."
"I know. And when they do elect you--you see I say when, and not
if--shall you pitch it in their faces, as you said?"
"No--I have decided to keep it--for a time at any rate."
Sharlee smiled, but it was an inward smile and he never knew anything
about it. "Have you gotten really interested in the work--personally
interested, I mean?"
He hesitated. "I hardly like to say how much."
"The more you become interested in it--and I believe it will be
progressive--the less you will mind saying so."
"It is a strange interest-utterly unlike me--"
"How do you know it isn't more like you than anything you ever did in
your life?"
That struck him to silence; he gave her a quick inquiring glance, and
looked away at once; and Sharlee, for the moment entirely oblivious of
the noise and the throng all about her, went on.
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