"No, my friend—no. It was you. You did not say much, but you made me see. I believe in telepathy, and I saw with your eyes, thought with your mind. Your eyes pierced the darkness, you saw the foolishness of my dreams. And yet I would give my last penny to help the poor."
"I'm sure you would," assented Dick.
"Still, we must be governed by reason. And that makes me think, my friend. Do you ever contemplate your own future?"
"Naturally."
"And are you always going to remain what you are now?"
"I do not follow you."
"I have thought much about you, and I have been puzzled. You are a man with great ambitions—high, holy ambitions—but if you are not careful, your life will be fruitless."
Dick was silent.
"Don't mistake me. I only mean fruitless comparatively. But you are handicapped, my friend."
"Sadly handicapped," confessed Dick.