, plumbing, and
altering.

"Dozens of people could not get in the church," said Queed. "They stood
outside in the street till the service was over."

Nicolovius was looking out of the window, and answered casually. "I
daresay he was an excellent man according to his lights."

"Coming to know him very well in the past year, I found that his lights
stood high."

"As high, I am sure, as the environment in which he was born and raised
made possible."

"You have a low opinion, then, of ante-bellum civilization in the
South?"

"Who that knows his history could have otherwise?"

"You know history, I admit," said Queed, lightly falling upon the side
issue, "surprisingly, indeed, considering that you have not read it for
so many years."

"A man is not likely to forget truths burned into him when he is young."

"Everything depends," said Queed, returning to his muttons, "upon how
you are going to appraise a civilization. If the only true measure is
economic efficiency, no one can question that the old Southern system
was one of the worst ever conceived."

"Can you, expert upon organized society as you are, admit any doubts
upon that point?"

"I am admitting doubts upon a good many points these days."

Nicolovius resumed his cigarette. Talk languished. Both men enjoyed a
good silence. Many a supper they ate through without a word. The old
man's attitude toward the young one was charming. He had sloughed off
some of the too polished blandness of his manner, and now offered a
simpler meeting ground of naturalness and kindliness. They had shared
the Duke of Gloucester Street roof-tree for a month, but Queed did not
yet accept it as a matter of course. He was decidedly more prone to be
analytical than he had been a year ago. Yet whatever could be urged
against it, the little house was in one way making a subtle tug upon his
regard: it was the nearest thing to a home that he had ever had in his
life, or was ever likely to have.

"And when will the _Post_ directors meet to choose his successor?"

"I haven't heard. Very soon, I should think."

"It is certain, I suppose," said Nicolovius, "that they will name you?"

"Oh, not at all--by no means! I am merely receptive, that is all."

Queed glanced at his watch and rose. "There is half an hour before
supper, I see. I think I must turn it to account."

Nicolovius looked regretful. "Why not allow yourself this minute's rest,
and me the pleasure of your society?"

Quee