of it--the editorial management--that is the difficulty, you see.
Look here, Rosmer--don't you feel called upon to undertake it, for
the sake of the good cause?

Rosmer (in a tone of consternation). I!

Rebecca. How can you think of such a thing!

Kroll. I can quite understand your having a horror of public
meetings and being unwilling to expose yourself to the mercies of
the rabble that frequents them. But an editor's work, which is
carried on in much greater privacy, or rather--

Rosmer. No, no, my dear fellow, you must not ask that of me.

Kroll. It would give me the greatest pleasure to have a try at
work of that sort myself--only it would be quite out of the
question for me; I am already saddled with such an endless number
of duties. You, on the other hand, who are no longer hampered by
any official duties, might--. Of course the rest of us would give
you all the help in our power.

Rosmer. I cannot do it, Kroll. I am not fitted for it.

Kroll. Not fitted for it? That was just what you said when your
father got you your living.

Rosmer. I was quite right; and that was why I resigned it, too.

Kroll. Well, if you only make as good an editor as you did a