My girl's like her mother, and she's like--me.

When she comes across the right man she'll hold fast by him with everything against her, if it's necessary, as her mother did with me." He rose and leaned against a pillar, with a curious look in his face.
"The struggle that her mother and I made has left its mark on me.

The friends we left in the rut behind us looked for my failure, and it seemed then that all the men with money had leagued themselves together to stop me from going on.

Somehow I beat them, one by one--big engineers, financiers, financiers' syndicates, corporations--working late and working early, sinking every dollar made in another venture, and living any way.

There were no amenities in that fight until those we had against us found that it was wiser to keep clear of me." Then, with a little forceful gesture, he took off his hat.
"What I am, in part, at least, my girl's mother made me.