But even as they looked a tall figure, weariness emanating from every movement, stepped between window and light, book in hand, and drew close the blinds.
"Poor devil!" sighed Remsen.

"Three hours more of work, I dare say, before he stumbles, half blind, into bed.

And all for what, Joel?
That or--that ?" He pointed with his pipe-stem to where Jupiter shone with steady radiance high in the blue-black depths; then indicated a faint yellow glow that flared for an instant in the darkness across the yard where a passer had paused to light his pipe.
"We can't all be Jupiters, Remsen," answered Joel calmly.

"Some of us have to be little sticks of wood with brimstone tips.

But they're very useful little things, matches.