All the wealth of Africa could never make him anything different from what he was.

And yet, as he sat and realised this, he knew that he was writing down his life a failure.

For, beside his desire for her, there were no other things he cared for in life.

Already he was weary of financial warfare--the City life had palled upon him.

He looked around the magnificent room in the mansion which his agents had bought and furnished for him.