He began to sit up late at night and write articles for the papers and magazines.

He had got one accepted, and received a check which to his inexperience seemed promisingly large.
In spite of all his anxiety he was exalted.

He began to wonder if circumstances would not soon justify him in reaching out for the sweet he coveted.

He made up his mind not to be precipitate, to wait until he was sure, but his impatience had waxed during the last few hours, ever since that delicious note of stilted, even cold, praise and that check had arrived.

When Rose had started to go up-stairs he had not been able to avoid following her into the hall.