"
Carnac flushed indignantly. "I suppose I could, but it isn't big enough
for me. I'd rather do one picture that the Luxembourg or the London
National Gallery would buy than own this whole business. That's the turn
of my mind."
"Yes, but if you didn't sell a picture to the Luxembourg or the National
Gallery. What then?"
"I'd have a good try for it, that's all. Do you want me to give up Art
and take to commerce? Is that your view?"
"I suggested to John Grier the day that Fabian sold his share that you
might take his place; and I still think it a good thing, though, of
course, I like your painting. But I felt sorry for your father with none
of his own family to help him; and I thought you might stay with him for
your family's sake."
"You thought I'd be a martyr for love of John Grier--and cold cash, did
you? That isn't the way the blood runs in my veins. I think John Grier
might get out of the business now, if he's tired, and sell it and let
some one else run it. John Grier is not in want. If he were, I'd give
up everything to help him, and I'd not think I was a martyr. But I've a
right to make my own career. It's making the career one likes which gets
one in the marrow. I'd take my chances of success as he did. He has
enough to live on, he's had success; let him get down and out, if he's
tired.
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