"Yes; I've finished the preliminary work."
"But Charlie Menocal said you were making no progress, that you were blocked."
"What Charlie doesn't know would fill lots of space," Lee said. "In spite of the Menocals' opposition and tricks, I've established my survey—but don't breathe it yet! And now I'm ready for the financing of the scheme. When that's done, I'll begin actual work."
Ruth considered him with shining eyes.
"I'm glad you succeeded; I knew you would succeed," she exclaimed. "You've worked so hard. And I hope that it makes you famous and wealthy."
"So do I," he laughed. "I need the money."
She nodded.
"One needs money to be happy in this world."
"Oh, I don't know about that," he responded, thoughtfully. "I've probably been as happy while hammering out this survey as I'll ever be, that is, happy in my work. Of course, money means comforts and luxuries. But I doubt if it really ever brings contentment."
The obstinate touch grew in her chin.