Fabian was good as far as he went, but he was a coward.

You"-- a look of fury entered the dark eyes--"you were no coward, but you didn't care a damn.

You wanted to paddle about with muck of imagination--" he pointed to the statue on the table.
"Why, your business has been great because of your imagination," was the retort.

"You saw things ahead with the artist's eye.

You planned with the artist's mind; and brought forth what's to your honour and credit--and the piling up of your bank balance.