"Some people think that the most successful man is the one who gets others to work the hardest for him," said Clark, smiling.
She shook her head. "That doesn't suit. I know what it is."
"Do you?"
"It's vision." There was a thrill in her low voice. Then she added, very swiftly, "You haven't many friends, have you, Mr. Clark?"
He stared at her in surprise, and in the next instant decided that she was right. "Why do you ask that?"
"Because you must see past most people, don't you, to what is ahead?
It is hard to put just what I mean into words."
He nodded gravely. "It is quite true that I haven't any very close personal friends, I've moved about too quickly to make them. As for my employees, I see them chiefly through their work."
"Then you don't really know them," she announced.
"Possibly,—but I know their results. It sounds a little inhuman, doesn't it?"
"I think I understand." Elsie was tempted to probe this gray-eyed man about Belding, but presently gave it up. She was conscious that while she was talking to Clark the figure of the engineer faded into the background.