But he will have reflected with humble satisfaction on those long years of patient striving which have at length lifted him to an eminence whence he can climb on and on, scarcely encumbered by the jostling crowd; till at length, worn out, the time comes for him to fall.
So Geoffrey thought and felt.

The thing was to be done, and he had done it.

Honoria should have money now; she should no longer be able to twit him with their poverty.

Yes, and a better thought still, Beatrice would be glad to hear of his little triumph.
He reached home rather late.

Honoria was going out to dinner with a distinguished cousin, and was already dressing.