So he pursued, without the slightest hesitation, but with bitter regret, the only course which he saw open before him.

He wrote to his uncle Norman, and was welcomed to a position in his factory with more warmth than he had ever seen displayed by him.

In fact, Norman Lloyd, who had no son of his own, saw with a quickening of his pulses the handsome young fellow of his own race who had in a measure thrown himself upon his protection.

He had never shared his wife's longing for children as children, and had never cared for Robert when a child; but now, when he was a man grown and bore his name, he appealed to him.
Norman Lloyd was supposed to be heaping up riches, and wild stories of his wealth were told in Rowe.

He gave large sums to public benefactions, and never stinted his wife in her giving within certain limits.