You aren't just to the greatest intellects.

I suppose Shakespeare was a sentimentalist!" The old man laughed and tapped his son on the shoulder.
"Don't get excited, Carnac.

I'd rather you ran my business well, than be Titian or Rembrandt, whoever they were.

If you do this job well, I'll think there's a good chance of our working together." Carnac nodded, but the thought that he could not paint or sculp when he was on this work vexed him, and he only set his teeth to see it through.
"All right, we'll see," he said, and his father went away.
Then Carnac's time of work and trial began.

He was familiar with the routine of the business, he had adaptability, he was a quick worker, and for a fortnight things went swimmingly.