He had had no hint from Lawrence Newt of this good fortune.

He had worked faithfully, constantly, and intelligently--honestly, of course--that was all Gabriel knew about his position.

He had been for some time confidential clerk, so that he was fully cognizant of the state of the business, and knew how prosperous it was.

And yet, in this moment of delight and astonishment, he had but one feeling, which seemed entirely alien and inadequate to the occasion, for it was merely the hope that now he might be a regular visitor at the house of Boniface Newt.
Hope Wayne's eye had hung upon Lawrence Newt, during the little speech he had made, so intently, that Arthur Merlin's merriment had been entirely checked.

He found himself curiously out of spirits.