"Correct, absolutely. I am merely thinking about our job."

"A man gets in the habit of thinking about his job--doesn't he?"

"Did he tell you about the plowman of Liaoyang?"

"No, but my companion did. Fallows must have seen that episode rather
clearly."

"Let's not get off the job business, Peter. As I was saying, the truth
isn't popular--"

"That doesn't sound like Lonegan."

"No, and I don't like the feel of saying it, but it's very much to the
point--"

"Possibly."

"Mowbray, we are taking our bread, and its cake, too, from a paper that
expects us to exploit the orthodox heroics. The pity and atrocious sham
of it all has its side. But the fact still remains its side does not
furnish the stuff that American newspapers pay men and cable tolls to
furnish."

"Won't you come to-night?" Peter asked laughing. "Perhaps we can both
reach the high point some day when we have earned the right to be poor."

"That's a higher point than I dream of, Peter. I can't help but think
what a nest you've got into. Of course, I mean with Fallows and his