He would succeed; he would probably win a title for himself--a baronetcy, perhaps a peerage.

This was just the marriage which Cotherstone desired for Lettie; he would die more than happy if he could once hear her called Your Ladyship.

And now here was--this! Cotherstone sat there a long time, thinking, reflecting, reckoning up things.

The dusk had come; the darkness followed; he made no movement towards the gas bracket.

Nothing mattered but his trouble.