Of course, you, too, must succeed.

You must become the _famous_ Aaron King.

But perhaps you will tell me why you must, as you call it, succeed ?" The artist hesitated before answering; then said with anxious earnestness, "I don't think I can explain Mr.Lagrange.My mother--" he paused.
The older man stopped short, and, turning, stood for a little with his face towards the mountains where San Bernardino's pyramid-like peak was thrust among the stars.

When he spoke, every bit of that bitter humor was gone from his deep voice.

"I beg your pardon, Mr.King"-- he said slowly--"I am as ugly and misshapen in spirit as in body." But when they had walked some way--again in silence--and were drawing near the hotel, the momentary change in his mood passed.