"You've come to a decision, uncle?"
"And a very serious one at that. It has cost me a sleepless night; but it's worth it."
"May I ask . . . ?"
"Certainly. In two words, it's this: I'm going to pull down the sheds in the Yard and build an amphitheatre there."
"What for?"
"To exploit the thing . . . the thing you know of."
"How do you mean, to exploit it?"
"Why, it's a tremendously important discovery; and, if properly worked, it will give me the money which I have always been trying for, not for its own sake, but because of the resources which it will bring me, money with the aid of which I shall be able to continue my labours without being checked by secondary considerations. There are millions to be made, Victorien, millions! And what shall I not accomplish with millions! This brain of mine," he went on, tapping his forehead, "is simply crammed with ideas, with theories which need verifying. And it all takes money. . . . Money! Money! You know how little I care about money! But I want millions, if I am to carry through my work. And those millions I shall have!"
Mastering his enthusiasm, he took my arm and explained:
"First of all, the Yard cleared of its rubbish and levelled. After that, the amphitheatre, with five stages of benches facing the wall. For of course the wall remains: it is the essential point, the reason for the whole thing. But I shall heighten and widen it; and, when it is quite unobstructed, there will be a clear view of it from every seat. You follow me, don't you?"