"Mind!" Mr. Quinn replied. "No, I don't, Henry. I ... I like it, my son. Thanks, Henry. I ..." He got up and moved quickly towards the window. "I'll just go in an' start readin' it now," he said. 2 He returned the manuscript to Henry on the following afternoon. "I've read worse," he said. He walked to the end of the terrace and then walked back again. Then he shouted for William Henry Matier, who came running to him. He pointed to a daisy on the lawn and asked the gardener what the hell he meant by not keeping the weeds down. "Ah, sure, sir!..." "Root the damn thing up," Mr. Quinn shouted at him, "an' don't let me see another about the place or I'll shoot the boots off you! I don't know under God what I keep you for!" "Now, you don't mean the half you say, sir!..." "You're not worth ninepence a week!" "Aw, now," said Matier, who knew his master, "I'm worth more'n that, sir!" "How much are you worth? Tell me that, William Henry Matier!" William Henry rooted up the daisy, and then said that he wouldn't like to put too high a price on himself.... "You'd be a fool if you did," Mr. Quinn interrupted. " ... but I'd mebbe be worth about double what you named yourself, sir!" "Eighteenpence!" Mr. Quinn exclaimed. "Aye, that or a bit more. Were you wantin' anything else, sir!" He winked heavily at Henry as he turned away. "You're not worth the food you eat," Mr. Quinn said. "Aw, now, sir, you never know what anybody's worth 'til you have need of them," Matier replied. "A man mightn't be worth a damn to you one day, an' he'd mebbe be worth millions to you the next!" "There's little fear of you bein' worth millions to any one. Run on now an' do your work if you've any work to do!" Mr. Quinn turned to Henry as the gardener went off. "I suppose you'll be wantin' to live in London for the rest of your life?" "I should like to go there for a while anyway, father!" "Huh! All you writin' people seem to think there's no life to be seen anywhere but in London. As if people hadn't got bowels here as well as in town!" "I don't think that, father!..." "Oh, well, it doesn't matter whether you think it or not, you'll not be happy 'til you get to London, I suppose. You'll stay here a wee while anyway, won't you? You've only just come home, an' it's a long time since I saw you last!" "I'll stay as long as you like, father." "Very well, then. I'll tell you when I've had enough of your company an' then you can go off to your friends. How much money do you think you'll need in London? Don't ask for too much. I need every ha'penny I have for the work. You've no notion what a lot it costs to experiment wi' land, an' I'm not as rich as you might imagine!" Henry hesitated. He had never talked about money with his father, and he had a curious shyness about doing so now. "I don't know," he replied. "Would two hundred a year be too much?..." "I'll spare you two hundred an' fifty!" "Thank you, father. It's awfully good of you!"