They must recognize him--they must be taught.

I have set my heart on it.' 'Does he himself very much care ?' I asked remembering the night of the thirty-first of October.
'Yes, he does care.

He despises it, of course, but in a way he cares.
I've been trying to make him care more.

A human being isn't an orchid; he must draw something from the soil he grows in.' 'If he were stable,' I mused; 'if he had a fixed ambition somewhere in the firmament.

But his purpose is a will-o'-the-wisp.' 'I think he has an ambition,' said Miss Harris, into the dark.
'Ah! Then we must continue,' I said--'continue to push from behind.' Dora did not reply.