Dealers had told him his collection was worth double what it had cost him.

He had frowned at the suggestion; but it was satisfactory to know it.
As Livingstone entered his library and found a bright fire burning; his favorite arm-chair drawn up to his especial table; his favorite books lying within easy reach, he felt a momentary glow.
He stretched himself out before the fire in his deep lounging-chair with a feeling of relief.

The next moment, however, he was sensible of his fatigue, and was conscious that he had quite a headache.

What a fool he had been to walk up through the snow! And those people had worried him! His head throbbed.

He had been working too hard of late.