"You have something in you of the spirit of men who aim at the greater things.
There is, indeed, in your attitude towards life something of the idealism, the ever-stretching heavenward culture of my own people.

I recognise that spirit in you, and I will not give a lower tone to our talk this afternoon by speaking of money.

Yet what you wish for you may have.

When the time comes, what further reward you may desire, whether it be rank or high position, you may have, but for the present let it be sufficient that you are my man." He held out his hand, and all the time his eyes never left Norgate's.
Gone the florid and beaming geniality of the man, his easy good-humour, his air of good-living and rollicking gaiety.

There were lines in his forehead.