Waymark always enjoyed this singing; his eyes brightened, and a fine emotion played about his lips.

And as he walked along the dark ways to his lodgings, Egger's voice was still in his ears-- "_Der Mensch wenn er fortgeht, der kommt nimmermefr_." "Heaven be thanked, no!" the young man said to himself.
Poverty was his familiar companion, and had been so for years.

His rent paid each week, there often remained a sum quite insufficient for the absolute necessities of existence; for anything more, he had to look to chance pupils in the evenings, and what little he could earn with his pen.

He wrote constantly, but as yet had only succeeded in getting two articles printed.

Then, it was a necessity of his existence to mix from time to time in the life of the town, and a stroll into the Strand after nightfall inevitably led to the expenditure of whatever cash his pocket contained.