I will drink deep of pleasures which you know nothing of, I will be steeped in joys which you will never reach more nearly than the man who watches a change in the skies or a sunset across the ocean! To you, with boundless wealth, there will be depths of happiness which you will never probe, joys which, if you have the wit to see them at all, will be no more than a mirage to you." Trent laughed outright, easily and with real mirth.

Yet in his heart were sown already the seeds of a secret dread.

There was a ring of passionate truth in Monty's words.

He believed what he was saying.
Perhaps he was right.

The man's inborn hatred of a second or inferior place in anything stung him.