He would be the glorified representative of his class.

He would show the world how a self-taught working man conceived the duties and privileges of wealth.
He would shame those dunder-headed, callous-hearted aristocrats, those ravening bourgeois.

Opportunity--what else had he wanted?
No longer would his voice be lost in petty lecture-halls, answered only by the applause of a handful of mechanics.

Ere many months had passed, crowds should throng to hear him; his gospel would be trumpeted over the land.
To what might he not attain?
The educated, the refined, men and women-- He was at the entrance of a dark passage, where his feet stayed themselves by force of habit.

He turned out of the street, and walked more slowly towards the house in which Emma Vine and her sisters lived.
Having reached the door, he paused, but again took a few paces forward.
Then he came back and rang the uppermost of five bells.