He had to believe that the woman who made his broth and sat with him in the rain and asked nothing was worth building a fortress around.

Most wealthy men never learn to see either of those things: not the true smallness of the greedy, nor the true worth of the faithful.

Mr.

Christopher saw both, right to the end, with a clarity that cost him a great deal of pain.

And he acted on what he saw.

That is wisdom, the real kind, the kind that has nothing to do with cleverness.