I took him in a cab, a stupefied man, to the bank, and when he left me at the door with my draft in his pocket, there were tears in his eyes.

He wrung my hand and murmured something incoherent about Lucy.
"For Heaven's sake, don't tell her anything about it," I entreated.

"I love Lucy dearly, as you know; but I don't want to have her weeping on my door-mat." I walked back to my rooms with a springing step.

So happy was I that I should have liked to dance down Piccadilly.

If the Faculty had not made their pronouncement, I could have no more turned poor Latimer's earth from hell to heaven than I could have changed St.Paul's Cathedral into a bumblebee.