Astonishment was followed by nervousness, and then came the struggle.
Brewster, confident that the stock could go no higher, and that sooner or later it must drop, calmly ordered his horse for a ride in the snow-covered park.

Even though he knew the venture was to be a failure in the ordinary sense he found joy in the knowledge that he was doing something.

He might be a fool, he was at least no longer inactive.

The feel of the air was good to him.

He was exhilarated by the glitter of the snow, the answering excitement of his horse, the gaiety and sparkle of life about him.
Somewhere far back in his inner self there seemed to be the sound of cheering and the clapping of hands.