“But you haven't grasped the point, father. I am not looking for capital, but for friends—”
“With capital. It is the same, as far as concerns the owners of the capital.”
Tommy had feared the same thing, and also had feared to believe it.
“I must do it somehow,” said Tommy, very earnestly.
“I naturally wish you to succeed, Thomas,” said Mr. Leigh, very quietly. After a pause he added, almost diffidently: “Possibly, I—I might be able to help you, my son—”
“I must do it myself,” interjected Tommy, quickly. “I—I must.”
Mr. Leigh seemed on the point of saying something that Tommy might not like to hear, but checked himself and finally said: “I hope you may succeed. It will be difficult work and—But you must be tired from your traveling?”
He looked at Tommy doubtfully, and Tommy, who wished to be alone with his thoughts and his new heartache, said:
“I am, rather; but I thought I'd take a look at the evening papers. I'll go out and get them.”
“You will find them in the library—all of them.”