No, not now for their marriage holiday--Amy said that would be an imprudent expense; but as soon as he had got a good price for a book.

Will not the publishers be kind?
If they knew what happiness lurked in embryo within their foolish cheque-books! He woke of a sudden in the early hours of one morning, a week before the wedding-day.

You know that kind of awaking, so complete in an instant, caused by the pressure of some troublesome thought upon the dreaming brain.

'Suppose I should not succeed henceforth?
Suppose I could never get more than this poor hundred pounds for one of the long books which cost me so much labour?
I shall perhaps have children to support; and Amy--how would Amy bear poverty ?' He knew what poverty means.

The chilling of brain and heart, the unnerving of the hands, the slow gathering about one of fear and shame and impotent wrath, the dread feeling of helplessness, of the world's base indifference.