I went into my own chamber not displeased with an opportunity of loneliness.

I threw myself on a chair and resigned myself to those thoughts which would naturally arise in this situation.

I speculated on the character and views of Welbeck.

I saw that he was embosomed in tranquillity and grandeur.

Riches, therefore, were his; but in what did his opulence consist, and whence did it arise?
What were the limits by which it was confined, and what its degree of permanence?
I was unhabituated to ideas of floating or transferable wealth.