It was of no use; try as he would, he could not put that sweet face from his mind; it drew him as a magnet draws a needle.

Success did not bring him happiness, except in the sense that it relieved him from money cares.
People of coarse temperament only can find real satisfaction in worldly triumphs, and eat, drink, and be merry, for to-morrow they die! Men like Geoffrey soon learn that this also is vanity.

On the contrary, as his mind grew more and more wearied with the strain of work, melancholy took an ever stronger hold of it.

Had he gone to a doctor, he might have been told that his liver was out of order, which was very likely true.

But this would not mend matters.