Later on, when a tide of wealth flowed up to the fifth floor of Museum Buildings, he had recognized, for the first time, that he had made a great mistake in life.

To the smart of baffled love had been added acute remorse, not so much for wealth missed as for having inflicted upon himself and upon her a frightful and unnecessary pain.

But how could he have foreseen such a thing?
How could he tell?
he had asked himself, in mute stupefaction, when the news reached him.
What a cheat life was! What a fickle jade was Fortune! Since the memorable day when Rachel had found means to lay the ghost that haunted her he had made no sign.
"I hardly expected you would remember me," he said, catching at his self-possession.
"I have a good memory," she said, aware that Miss Barker was listening and that Hugh was bristling at her elbow.

"And the little Spanish boy whom you were so kind to, and who lodged just below me in Museum Buildings, has not forgotten either.

He still asks after the 'Cavalier.'" "Mr.Tristram is positively blushing at being confronted with his good deeds," said Sybell, intervening on discovering that the attention of some of her guests had been distracted from herself.