“I can buy King on throne, Judge on bench, Governor and Warder, the whole machinery. Even O'Hara I could buy”.
“I am for sale! Hogarth! I smelled it about you, the myrrh of your garments! And didn't I prophesy it to you years ago? What a development! That beast, Harris, will dance for joy! Oh, there is something very artistic to my fancy, Hogarth, in the metal gold—brittle, bright, orpimented—”
“And diamonds?”
“Hogarth, have you diamonds?”
“Yes”, said Hogarth, smiling at the effect of ecstasy upon O'Hara.
“Prismic diamond!” cried the prelate: “but how—?”
“Do you want to enter my service?”
“Do I want?”
“Well, I want a tutor, O'Hara; and you shall be the man. Undertake, then, to teach me all you know in two years, and I'll give you—how much?—twenty thousand pounds a year”.
“My son”, whispered O'Hara, “what a development—!”