The old man smiled. He liked the spirit in Carnac. It was the right kind for his business. “I predict this: if you have one fight with the Belloc lot, you’ll hate them too. Keep the flag flying. Don’t get rattled. It’s a big job, and it’s worth doing in a big way.
“Yes, it’s a big job,” said Carnac. “I hope I’ll pull it off.”
“You’ll pull it off, if you bend your mind to it. But there won’t be any time for your little pictures and statues. You’ll have to deal with the real men, and they’ll lose their glamour. That’s the thing about business—it’s death to sentimentality.”
Carnac flushed with indignation. “So you think Titian and Velasquez and Goyot and El Greco and Watteau and Van Dyck and Rembrandt and all the rest were sentimentalists, do you? The biggest men in the world worship them. You aren’t just to the greatest intellects. I suppose Shakespeare was a sentimentalist!”
The old man laughed and tapped his son on the shoulder.
“Don’t get excited, Carnac. I’d rather you ran my business well, than be Titian or Rembrandt, whoever they were. If you do this job well, I’ll think there’s a good chance of our working together.”
Carnac nodded, but the thought that he could not paint or sculp when he was on this work vexed him, and he only set his teeth to see it through. “All right, we’ll see,” he said, and his father went away.
Then Carnac’s time of work and trial began. He was familiar with the routine of the business, he had adaptability, he was a quick worker, and for a fortnight things went swimmingly. There was elation in doing work not his regular job, and he knew the eyes of the commercial and river world were on him. He did his best and it was an effective best. Junia had been in the City of Quebec, but she came back at the end of a fortnight, and went to his office to get a subscription for a local charity. She had a gift in this kind of work.
It was a sunny day in the month of June, and as she entered the office a new spirit seemed to enter with her.
The place became distinguished. She stood in the doorway for a moment, radiant, smiling, half embarrassed, then she said: “Please may I for a moment, Carnac?”