If he had felt animosity against the wealthy man before meeting him face to face, he now regarded him with a fiercer malevolence.

It was hard to relinquish Lilian, and harder still to have no means of revenging himself upon her and her pretended husband.
Humiliated by consciousness of the base part he had played, he wished it in his power to inflict upon them some signal calamity.
On the next day, when he was newly arrayed from head to foot, and jingled loose sovereigns in his pocket, this tumult of feelings possessed him even more strongly.

Added to his other provocations was the uncertainty whether Marks had yet taken action.

Save by returning to Polterham, he knew not how to learn what was happening there.
To-morrow a Polterham newspaper would be published; he must wait for that source of intelligence.

Going to a news-agent's, he discovered the name of the journal, and at once posted an order for a copy to be sent to him.
In the meantime, he was disposed to taste some of the advantages of opulence.