Whereupon the cook set to work to prepare a breakfast worthy of the occasion.
Trent had awakened with a keen sense of anticipated pleasure.

A new and delightful interest had entered into his life.

It is true that, at times, it needed all his strength of mind to keep his thoughts from wandering back into that unprofitable and most distasteful past--in the middle of the night even, he had woke up suddenly with an old man's cry in his ears--or was it the whispering of the night-wind in the tall elms?
But he was not of an imaginative nature.

He felt himself strong enough to set his heel wholly upon all those memories.

If he had not erred on the side of generosity, he had at least played the game fairly.
Monty, if he had lived, could only have been a disappointment and a humiliation.