"That's what makes me doubt his infallibility.
But he couldn't do worse with Mr.Beaton." Mr.Dryfoos reddened and looked down, as if unable or unwilling to cope with the difficulty of making a polite protest against March's self-depreciation.

He said, after a moment: "It's new business to all of us except Mr.Fulkerson.But I think it will succeed.

I think we can do some good in it." March asked rather absently, "Some good ?" Then he added: "Oh yes; I think we can.

What do you mean by good?
Improve the public taste?
Elevate the standard of literature?
Give young authors and artists a chance ?" This was the only good that had ever been in March's mind, except the good that was to come in a material way from his success, to himself and to his family.
"I don't know," said the young man; and he looked down in a shamefaced fashion.

He lifted his head and looked into March's face.