Keep it, and try to sell the mill and the business.' 'I shall hold on,' said Mr.Quinn.
'Ought you not to think of your wife?
Remember what it will mean to her if you are beaten in the end, when your savings are gone and your business unsaleable.' For a moment there were signs of wavering in Mr.Quinn's face.

The fingers of his hands twisted in and out of each other, and a pitiable look of great distress came into his eyes.

Then he unclasped his hands and placed them flat on the table before him.
'I shall hold on,' he said.

'I shall not close my mill while I have a shilling left to pay my workers with.' 'Well,' said Hyacinth, 'it is for you to decide.

At least, you can count on my doing my best, my very best.'.