He lingered in a gloomy reverie, after checking up his correspondence, and a half hour's sharp dictations, absorbed in the cautious letter of Hugh Worthington, Esq., the man who had robbed him of his birthright.
It was in vain that he tried to be cool.

Every drop of blood in his heart now throbbed through his pulses in an eager unrest.

He had suddenly lost faith in all men.

"Wait, only wait," he murmured, and then started up as Einstein touched his arm.
"Mr.Somers has the deposits all ready, now, sir.

It's a quarter of twelve," the boy remarked, with a veiled scrutiny of the restless-eyed cashier.