You're not like me, and you're not like your mother; there's
something in you that means vision, and seeing things, and doing them. If
fifteen thousand dollars a year and a share in the business is any good
to you--"
For an instant there had been pleasure and wonder in the young man's
eyes, but at the sound of the money and the share in the business he
shrank back.
"I don't think so, father. I'm happy enough. I've got all I want."
"What the devil are you talking about!" the other burst out. "You've got
all you want! You've no home; you've no wife; you've no children; you've
no place. You paint, and you sculp, and what's the good of it all? Have
you ever thought of that? What's there in it for you or anyone else? Have
you no blood and bones, no sting of life in you? Look what I've done. I
started with little, and I've built up a business that, if it goes all
right, will be worth millions. I say, if it goes all right, because I've
got to carry more than I ought."
Carnac shook his head. "I couldn't be any help to you. I'm not a man of
action. I think, I devise, but I don't act. I'd be no good in your
business no, honestly, I'd be no good. I don't think money is the end of
life. I don't think success is compensation for all you've done and still
must do.
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