"I don't care much about the pocket of the world, but they like my work in London and New York.

I don't get Royal Academy prices, but I do pretty well." "Got some pride, eh ?" "I'm always proud when anybody outside Montreal mentions your name! It makes me feel I have a place in the world." "Guess you've made your own place," said the other, pleasure coming to his cheek.

"You've got your own shovel and pick to make wealth." "I care little about wealth.

All I want is enough to clothe and feed me, and give me a little home." "A little home! Yes, it's time," remarked the other, as he seated himself in his big chair by the table.

"Why don't you marry ?" The old man's eyes narrowed until there could only be seen a slit of fire between the lids, and a bitter smile came to his lips.