BACK IN ZION PLACE The shame of that wild unfaithfulness burned in Theophil's soul for many days.

It humiliated him like a physical degradation.

To have been so drunkenly untrue! It was one of those shocks to the moral nature from which it never quite recovers, and Theophil's face lost some of its steadfastness, his walk some of its firmness, for this perfidy towards Jenny.
There was only one way to make the sense of it endurable, and he threw himself into his work with a wasting vehemence.

Where was his ambition?
There was so much yet to do.

New Zion had long since moved and hummed, and whizzed, the neighbouring towns had in a measure begun to dance to his piping, but it must be a long while yet ere his name was to London and to the world what it was already to Coalchester,--that mere microcosm of his fame.
And till London knew him as well as Coalchester, there was no real monument to Jenny.