They were proud of his wealth, and of his influence with great people.

And though he would not allow them to rob, disobey, or deceive him, yet he used them handsomely, paid like a prince, was a considerate master, and made them comfortable.
Now Mr.Dangerfield poked up his fire and lighted his candles.

Somehow, the room looked smaller he thought than it had ever seemed before.

He was not nervous--nothing could bring him to that; but his little altercation with the iron gate, and some uncomfortable thoughts had excited him.

It was an illusion merely--but the walls seemed to have closed in a foot or two, and the ceiling to have dropped down proportionably, and he felt himself confined and oppressed.
'My head's a little bit heated--_ira furo brevis_,' and he sneered a solitary laugh, more like himself, and went out into his tiny hall, and opened the door, and stood on the step for air, enjoying the cold wind that played about his temples.