I tell you it's as plain as a pikestaff, when once
it's properly explained."
"I'm sure you'll be able to convert him, if anyone can," said May
soothingly.
"I must," said Quisante briefly, and sat down to his papers again.
For an hour or two he worked steadily, without a pause, without an
apparent hesitation. That fine machine of his was ploughing its straight
unfaltering way through details previously unfamiliar and through
problems which he had never studied. From five to seven she sat with a
book in her hands, feigning to read, really watching her husband. He
could not fail, she said to herself; he would make the Alethea Printing
Press a success, irrespective of the actual merits of it. Was that
possible? It seemed almost possible as she looked at him.
"It's bound to go," he said at last, pushing away the papers. "I'm primed
now, and I can convince old Maturin in half an hour." He held up the
Professor's report. "He must withdraw this and give us another."
Alas, there are things before which even will and energy and brains must
bow.
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