For, truth to say, this new ambition was but a couple of minutes old.
It had sprung into life, however, like Pallas Athene, all armed and equipped.
"And they have all come true ?" His great eyes laughed and his curly head bent ever so slightly.

"Those worth calling dreams," said he.
A little later in the evening, when on retiring to an early bed he was wishing Miss Winwood good night, she said, "You're a lucky young man." "I know--but--" He looked smiling inquiry.
"Lady Chudley's the most valuable woman in England for a young man to get on the right side of." Paul went to bed dazed.

The great lady who had recognized the divine fire in the factory boy had again recognized it in the grown man.

She had all but said that, if he chose, he could be the Awakener of England.

The Awakener of England! The watchword of his new-born ambition rang in his brain until he fell asleep.
The time soon came when the prospective Awakener of England awoke to the fact that he must fare forth into the sleeping land with but a guinea in his pocket.