All he cared about was this: to come back richer than he came--and, lo! how rich he was already.

Lolling at high noon, on a Wednesday too, in the extremest mode of rustic beauism, with a bag of gold by his side, and a pot of porter in his hand--here was an accumulation of magnificence--all the prepositions pressed into his service.

His wildest hopes exceeded, and almost nothing left to wish.

Blown up with the pride and importance of the moment, and some little oblivious from the potent porter--he had paid and sallied forth, and marched a mile upon his way, full of golden fancies, a rich luxurious lord as he was--when all on a sudden the hallucination crossed his dull pellucid mind, that he had left the store behind him! O, pungent terror!--O, most exquisite torture! was it clean gone, stolen, lost, lost, lost for ever?
Rushing back in an agony of fear, that made the ruddy hostess think him crazed, with his hair on end, and a face as if it had been white-washed, he flew to the tap-room, and--almost fainted for ecstasy of joy when he found it, where he had laid it, on the settle! Better had you lost it, Roger; better had your ecstasy been sorrow: there is more trouble yet for you, from that bad crock of gold.

But if your lesson is not learnt, and you still think otherwise, go on a little while exultingly as now I see you, and hug the treasure to your heart--the treasure that will bring you yet more misery.
And now the town is gained, the bank approached.