"Huge interests means money."
"It does," he replied, "but money on a colossal scale—illimitable.
Doesn't that appeal to you?"
"No," she said. "I've all I want and you're well enough off. What's the good of more?"
"Just listen," he said. "If I bring off this deal there is no wish in the world one couldn't gratify, and bring it off I shall."
He started to pace up and down the narrow floor space of the tiny room, his hands opening and shutting and a light of enthusiasm dancing in his eyes. It was not the money face he wore as he spoke but the expression of the man of deeds, the man who joyed in accomplishment, in vanquishing difficulty, in facing long odds, buoyed up and carried along by the will to win.
"You can't understand, my dear, all this means to me and will mean to you. I haven't even imagined it myself. Think! We could buy islands, build hospitals, govern nations if the mood prompted us. And all for three weeks' work. Lord, it's—Oh! if I could make you see how big it is—how magnificent."
And womanlike she responded,
"I want you, Tony, the rest only frightens me."
"Forget the money," he said, "and bear this in mind. If I succeed the world will be richer by a tremendous healing force."
"A medicine?"