"Heavy. They brought _me_ down. That's _why_--"
"Why you _are_ down?" Mrs. Hayes sweetly demanded.
"Ah but my dear man," her husband interposed, "you're not down; you're
_up_! You're only up a different tree, but you're up at the tip-top."
"You mean I take it too high?"
"That's exactly the question," the young man answered; "and the
possibility, as matching your first danger, is just what we felt we
couldn't, if you didn't mind, miss the measure of."