But it was not merely his alienness and his growing desire to return to his Chinese flesh-pots that constituted the problem. There was also his wealth. He had looked forward to a placid old age. He had worked hard. His reward should have been peace and repose. But he knew that with his immense fortune peace and repose could not possibly be his. Already there were signs and omens. He had seen similar troubles before. There was his old employer, Dantin, whose children had wrested from him, by due process of law, the management of his property, having the Court appoint guardians to administer it for him. Ah Chun knew, and knew thoroughly well, that had Dantin been a poor man, it would have been found that he could quite rationally manage his own affairs. And old Dantin had had only three children and half a million, while he, Chun Ah Chun, had fifteen children and no one but himself knew how many millions. "Our daughters are beautiful women," he said to his wife, one evening. "There are many young men. The house is always full of young men. My cigar bills are very heavy. Why are there no marriages?" Mamma Achun shrugged her shoulders and waited. "Women are women and men are men--it is strange there are no marriages. Perhaps the young men do not like our daughters." "Ah, they like them well enough," Mamma Chun answered; "but you see, they cannot forget that you are your daughters' father." "Yet you forgot who my father was," Ah Chun said gravely. "All you asked was for me to cut off my queue." "The young men are more particular than I was, I fancy." "What is the greatest thing in the world?" Ah Chun demanded with abrupt irrelevance. Mamma Achun pondered for a moment, then replied: "God." He nodded. "There are gods and gods. Some are paper, some are wood, some are bronze. I use a small one in the office for a paper-weight. In the Bishop Museum are many gods of coral rock and lava stone." "But there is only one God," she announced decisively, stiffening her ample frame argumentatively. Ah Chun noted the danger signal and sheered off. "What is greater than God, then?" he asked. "I will tell you. It is money. In my time I have had dealings with Jews and Christians, Mohammedans and Buddhists, and with little black men from the Solomons and New Guinea who carried their god about them, wrapped in oiled paper. They possessed various gods, these men, but they all worshipped money. There is that Captain Higginson. He seems to like Henrietta." "He will never marry her," retorted Mamma Achun. "He will be an admiral before he dies--" "A rear-admiral," Ah Chun interpolated. "Yes, I know. That is the way they retire." "His family in the United States is a high one. They would not like it if he married . . . if he did not marry an American girl." Ah Chun knocked the ashes out of his pipe, thoughtfully refilling the silver bowl with a tiny pleget of tobacco. He lighted it and smoked it out before he spoke.