"What does any man want it for? I want it to give me influence, and I want a luxurious old age."
"That doesn't strike me as being the highest motives."
"Probably not, but perhaps the highest motives, as you call them, do not rule my life."
And she had been praying for him so long.
"Your mother seems to be a happy woman," was her reply, coming out of a thought that she did not speak.
"She is," he said, emphatically. "I wish poor old father were as happy."
"Do you find many happy people?" she asked.
"I find you and my mother," he returned smiling.
"And yourself?"
"Not always. I am happy enough today. Not as jubilant as old Will, though. Will has a prize."