At first it seemed to him that he too had attained.

He was ready to fall in with all his wife's innocent schemes.

For his own part he looked forward to the coming change with excitement that was pleasure in itself.

He was perfectly prepared for an open rupture with the past, or, indeed, for any sudden and violent course of action, the more violent the better.

He dreamed of cataclysms and upheavals, of trunks packed hastily in the night, of flight by express trains from London, the place of all disaster.