Not till I was in the train nearing Cape Town did I recover my equanimity.
The burden of the past seemed to slip from me suddenly as on the morning when I had climbed the linn.

I saw my life all lying before me; and already I had won success.

I thought of my return to my own country, my first sight of the grey shores of Fife, my visit to Kirkcaple, my meeting with my mother.

I was a rich man now who could choose his career, and my mother need never again want for comfort.

My money seemed pleasant to me, for if men won theirs by brains or industry, I had won mine by sterner methods, for I had staked against it my life.