In the third year, Moxey inherited means and left the chemical works for continental travel.
By tormenting attraction Godwin was often led to walk in the wealthy districts of London.

Why was no one of these doors open to him?
There were his equals; not in the mean streets where he dwelt.

There were the men of culture and capacity, the women of exquisite person and exalted mind.

Was he the inferior of such people?
By heaven, no! He chanced once to be in Hyde Park on the occasion of some public ceremony, and was brought to pause at the edge of a gaping plebeian crowd, drawn up to witness the passing of aristocratic vehicles.

Close in front of him an open carriage came to a stop; in it sat, or rather reclined, two ladies, old and young.