Anything to deliver his soul from such a bondage, and in his extreme bitterness his mind closed with Wratislaw's offer.
He felt--and it is a proof of his weakness--a certain nameless feeling of content when he had once forced himself into the resolution.

Now at least he had found a helm and a port to strain to.

As his fancy dwelt upon the mission and drew airy pictures of the land, he found to his delight a boyish enthusiasm arising.

Old simple pleasures seemed for the moment dear.

There was a zest for toils and discomforts, a tolerance of failure, which had been aforetime his chief traveller's heritage.
And then as he came to the ridge where the road passes from Glenavelin to Glen Adler, he stopped as in duty bound to look at the famous prospect.