"No, Robert; I am a billionaire--perhaps the only one in the world.
That is what is on my mind, and why I am unhappy sometimes. I feel that
I should spend this money--that I should put it in circulation--and yet
it is so hard to do it without failing to do good--without doing
positive harm. I feel my responsibility deeply. It weighs me down.
Am I justified in continuing to live this quiet life when there are so
many millions whom I might save and comfort if I could but reach them?"
Robert heaved a long sigh of relief. "Perhaps you take too grave a view
of your responsibilities," he said. "Everybody knows that the good
which you have done is immense. What more could you desire? If you
really wished to extend your benevolence further, there are organised
charities everywhere which would be very glad of your help."
"I have the names of two hundred and seventy of them," Haw answered.
"You must run your eye over them some time, and see if you can suggest
any others. I send my annual mite to each of them. I don't think there
is much room for expansion in that direction."
"Well, really you have done your share, and more than your share.
I would settle down to lead a happy life, and think no more of the
matter.
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