If the Christian reader regards this mental attitude as unsound, far be it from us to defend it!  It must, nevertheless, be admitted that whoever feels the strong stirring of power in his head and hands will learn its limits from no purely subjective source.  The lesson must begin from without, and the only argument will be a deadly struggle.  Until then, self-esteem, however veiled beneath self-criticism, cannot but increase.  And if the man has had wisdom and strength to abstain from vulgar self-pollution, Satan must intrust his spear to no half-fledged devil, but grasp it in his own hand, and join battle in his own person.

Undismayed by this fact, Helwyse reached Washington Street, and followed its westerly meanderings, meaning to spend part of the interval before dinner in exploring Boston.  He walked with an easy sideways-swaying of the shoulders, whisking his cane, and smiling to himself as he recalled the points of his interview with the President.

“Just the thing, to make MacGentle tutelary divinity of so elusive a matter as money!  Wonder whether the Directors ever thought of that?  For all his unreality, though, he has something more real in him than the heaviest Director on the Board!

“How composedly he took me for my father! and when he discovered his mistake, how composedly he welcomed me in my own person!  Was that the extreme of senility? or was it a subtile assertion of the fact, that he who keeps in the vanguard of the age in a certain sense contains his father—­the past—­within himself, and is a distinct person chiefly by virtue of that containing power?

“Why didn’t I ask him more about my foster-cousin Manetho?  Egyptians are more astute than affectionate.  Would he cleave to my poor uncle for these last eighteen years merely for love?  Why did he transfer that money so soon after we sailed?  Ten to one, he has in his own hands the future as well as the present disposal of Doctor Hiero Glyphic’s fortune!  The old gentleman has had time to make a hundred wills since the one he showed my father, twenty years ago!

“Well, and what is that to you?  Ah, Balder Helwyse, you lazy impostor, you are pining for Egyptian flesh-pots!  Don’t tell me about civility to relatives, and the study of human nature!  You are as bad as you accuse your poor cousin of being,—­who may be dead, or pastor of a small parish, for all you know.  And yet every school-girl can prattle of the educational uses of poverty, and of having to make one’s own living!  I have a good mind to take your thousand pounds sterling out of your pocket and throw them into Charles River,—­and then begin at the beginning!  By the time I’d learnt what poverty can teach, it would be over,—­or I am no true man!  Only they who are ashamed of themselves, or afraid of other people, need to start rich.”