Why, sweet, I would far, far rather have you at your loom for the mother of my son, than Lady Clara at her piano. Your heritage of the great nature — the far-seeing — the trusting spirit — harboring no evil and construing all things to righteousness — going out into the world and finding among all the dust and dross, even of centuries, only the pure gold — the eye that sees into a man’s soul, searching out the true and lovely qualities there and transmuting all the rest into pure metal — my own soul’s alchemist — your heritage is the secret of power.”

“I don’t believe I understand all you are saying, David. I only see that I have a very hard task before me, and now I know it is hard for you, too. Your mother made it clear to me that your true place is