He had at one time even felt aggrieved by his father's act; now he was suddenly conscious of a thrill of pride in him.
If he were only living! He himself was now worth--! Suddenly that lantern-slide shot before his eyes and shut out the noble figure standing there.
Livingstone's mind reverted to his own career.
He was a young man in business; living in a cupboard; his salary a bare pittance; yet he was rich; he had hope and youth; family and friends.
Heavens! how rich he was then! It made the man in the chair poor now to feel how rich he had been then and had not known it.

He looked back at himself with a kind of envy, strange to him, which gave him a pain.
He saw himself again at Christmas.

He was back at the little home which his father had taken when he lost the old place.

He saw himself unpacking his old trunk, taking out from it the little things he had brought as presents, with more pride than he had ever felt before, for he had earned them himself.

Each one represented sacrifice, thought, affection.