Doctor Remy slightly raised his eyebrows. "My dear fellow," said he, "if you do not follow your profession for the sake of the money that you expect it to bring you, what _do_ you follow it for?" "Money is one object, of course," answered Bergan, "but I hope it is not the only one, nor even the chief one. When my mind takes a leap into the future, it is not so much fees that I think of, as wrongs to be redressed, and rights to be protected, and influence to be gained and exercised,--yes, and fame and independence to be won." "All very good things," returned Doctor Remy, smiling; "and all very dependent on those same fees, of which you think so little. Without money, you will not do much for right, nor against wrong; neither can you be independent, or famous, or influential." "I do not know about that," rejoined Bergan, smiling. "Certainly, it was not his riches that made Diogenes independent. Neither does the name of Howard borrow any of its lustre from gold. Nor--to come down to our own time--is Mr. Islay influential on account of his wealth." "Mr. Islay influential!" repeated Doctor Remy, contemptuously. "In what way, let me ask?" "In a hundred ways. Every week, his words, his thoughts, go into scores of hearts and homes, for warning, for comfort, for inspiration; and reappear constantly in human lives. Certain sentences of his last Sunday's sermon have been ringing in my ears all day. And only three or four days ago, Miss Lyte, under the influence of that suggestive discourse, asked me how far I thought one was justified in a purely negative use of a talent,--that is, in merely refraining from doing harm, rather than trying actively to do good. And these are only two examples, you see, where there are doubtless many." "Priests easily influence women," said the doctor, scornfully. "Women!" exclaimed Bergan, stretching out a stalwart arm toward the doctor. "Are not those the muscles and sinews of a man?" "I beg your pardon," said the Doctor, laughing, "I had forgotten what was the first of your two examples. Still, that sort of influence would never suffice for me. If I cared for anything of the kind, it would be for power,--direct, absolute power over men's acts and lives. But as that belongs only to kings and generals, I am content to do with--" He hesitated. "Well, what?" said Bergan. "Wealth--when I get it," answered the doctor. "Wealth, and what it brings; ease, leisure, unlimited opportunity and means for the cultivation of the intellect." "The intellect, then, is your final object, your ultimate good?" said Bergan. "Yes; it is the one thing which distinguishes man from the brutes," replied the doctor. "With the soul," rejoined Bergan. "A word without an idea," returned the doctor,--"unless, indeed, you mean to apply it to that life-principle, which belongs to plants and animals, as well as men." Bergan looked amazed. "Do you really make no distinction," he asked, "between mind and soul?"