He put his hand over his eyes, and sat still, trying to calm the storm within him.

There were in his mind joy and gratitude, hurt pride and bitter indignation, and a thousand whirling thoughts as to ways and means, the overcoming of obstacles, and the building of a palace fit to shelter his happiness.

The clock struck, and he started up.

Not for much would he have overstayed his hour.
He left the room and passed through the silent house, mounted his horse, and rode away.

A crowd had witnessed his arrival there; only a few wondering servants were gathered to see him depart.