Something came into his eyes that was strange and revealing.
"Well, I hope you will.

But you had your chance with me, and you threw it down like a piece of rotten leather." "I don't cost you anything," returned Carnac.

"I've paid my own way a long time--with mother's help." "And you're twenty-six years old, and what have you got?
Enough to give you bread from day to day-no more.

I was worth seventy thousand dollars when I was your age.

I'm worth enough to make a prince rich, and if I'd been treated right by those I brought into the world I'd be worth twice as much.