He could see again his father's face lit up with pride and his mother's radiant with delight in his achievement.

His mother was handing him her little presents,--the gloves she had knit for him herself with so much joy; the shaving-case she had herself embroidered; the cup and saucer from the old tea-service that had belonged to his great-grandfather and great-grandmother and which had been given his mother and father when they were married.

He glanced up as she laid the delicate piece of Sevres before him, and caught her smile--That smile! Was there ever another like it?
It held in it--everything.
Suddenly Livingstone felt something moving on his cheek.

He put his hand up to his face and when he took it down his fingers were wet.
With his mother's face, another face came to him, radiant with the beauty of youth.

Catherine Trelane, since that meeting in the long avenue, had grown more and more to him, until all other motives and aims had been merged in one radiant hope.
With his love he had grown timid; he scarcely dared look into her eyes; yet now he braved the world for her; bore for her all the privations and hardships of life in its first struggle.