“No！”saidmyuncle，removinghiscigar；“asfarasIcanfindoutit’sreallygrain，——spoiltgrain。I’vebeengoingintothat。”
“Well，thereyouare！”saidEwart。“Sayit’sspoiltgrain。Itcarriedoutmycasejustaswell。Yourmoderncommerceisnomorebuyingandsellingthansculpture。It’smercy——it’ssalvation。It’srescuework！Ittakesallsortsoffallencommoditiesbythehandandraisesthem。Canaisn’tinit。Youturnwater——intoTono-Bungay。”
“Tono-Bungay’sallright。”saidmyuncle，suddenlygrave。“Wearen’ttalkingofTono-Bungay。”
“Yournephew，sir，ishard；hewantseverythingtogotoasortofpredestinatedend；he’saCalvinistofCommerce。Offerhimadustbinfullofstuff；hecallsitrefuse——passesbyontheotherside。NowYOU，siryou’dmakecindersrespectthemselves。”
Myuncleregardedhimdubiouslyforamoment。Buttherewasatouchofappreciationinhiseye。