But it's a waste
of time to talk politics to you. Grant, old man, I'm sick and worn
out, and how lonesome! I'm successful. But what of that, since I'm
miserable? If it wasn't for my sense of duty, by Heaven, I
sometimes think I'd drop it all and go back to Wayne."
"Don't do that, Josh!" exclaimed Arkwright. "Don't let the country
go rolling off to ruin!"
"Like all small creatures," said Craig, "you take serious matters
lightly, and light matters seriously. You right a moment ago when
you said I needed a wife."
"That's all settled," said Grant. "I'm going to get you one."
"A woman doesn't need a man--if she isn't too lazy to earn a
living," pursued Craig. "But what's a man without a woman about?"
"You want a wife, and you want her quick," said Arkwright.
"You saw what a condition my clothes are in. Then, I need somebody
to talk with."
"To talk to," corrected Grant.
"I can't have you round all the time to talk to."
"Heaven forbid!" cried Arkwright. "You never talk about anything
but yourself."
"Some day, my boy," said Josh, with his grave good humor of the
great man tolerating the antics of a mountebank, "you'll
appreciate it wasn't the subject that was dull, but the ears.
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