As he thought the matter over, he regretted that, for the sake of giving form and force to his spite against her, he should be obliged to relinquish the popularity he might have won by favoring a reformative measure.

He saw something in it, also, that might be made to add to Tom Buffum's profits, but even this consideration weighed nothing against his desire for personal revenge, to be exhibited in the form of triumphant personal power.
He rose from his chair, walked his room, swinging his hands backward and forward, casting furtive glances into his mirror, and then rang his bell.

He had arrived at a conclusion.

He had fixed upon his scheme, and was ready for work.
"Tell Phipps to come here," he said to the maid who responded to the summons.
Phipps was his coachman, body-servant, table-waiter, pet, butt for his jests, tool, man of all occasions.

He considered himself a part of Mr.
Belcher's personal property.