In all the years of his earnest devotion to business, Mr.Markland had kept his eye steadily fixed upon the object now so completely attained; and much of present enjoyment had been lost in the eager looking forward for this coveted time.

And now, that more than all his fondest anticipations were realized, only for a brief period did he hold to his lips the cup full of anticipated delight.

Already his hand felt the impulse that moved him to pour its crystal waters upon the ground.
Mrs.Markland's clear appreciation of her husband's character was but a prophecy of the future.

She saw that Woodbine Lodge--now grown into her affections, and where she hoped to live and die--even if it did not pass from their possession--bartered for some glittering toy--could not remain their permanent home.

For this flowed her first tears; and these, as we have said, were for herself.