For there was one aspect and only one in which Tomlinson was really and truly a wizard.
He saw clearly that for himself and his wife the vast fortune that had fallen to them was of no manner of use.

What did it bring them?
The noise and roar of the City in place of the silence of the farm and the racket of the great rotunda to drown the remembered murmur of the waters of the creek.
So Tomlinson had decided to rid himself of his new wealth, save only such as might be needed to make his son a different kind of man from himself.
"For Fred, of course," he said, "it's different.

But out of such a lot as that it'll be easy to keep enough for him.

It'll be a grand thing for Fred, this money.

He won't have to grow up like you and me.