I had been poor and friendless in London, and then it had seemed to me a desert; now I had money, it was another place--bright, cheerful, every one kind and friendly.

I seemed to float in sunshine; the very air around me was elastic, full of hope; every step was a pleasure.

What made the difference?
I was poor, and now I had money.
Clare was pleased to see me; she cried out in astonishment at my black clothes, so new and glossy.
"Edgar," she said, "I cannot understand you.

You have money, clothes.
How is it?
What has happened ?" I knelt down by her side and took her in my arms.
"Clare," I said, "God has been very kind to us.

All of our poverty and privations are ended.