But Claudius put out his light when he had signed and sealed the missive, and slept the sleep of the strong and the just, undisturbed by the possession of a fortune or by any more doubts as to the future.
Before receiving this letter he had thought seriously of going away.

Now that a move was almost thrust upon him, he found that he did not want to make it.

A professor he would live and die.

What could be more contemptible, he reflected, than to give up the march of thought and the struggle for knowledge, in order to sit at ease, devising means of getting rid of so much cash?
And he straightened his great limbs along the narrow camp-bed and was asleep in five minutes..