He (Henry Little) would earn none of it, would take none of it.

What invention he had should all go to outwit the Trades, and turn that old ruffian's church into his own smithy.

This double master-stroke, by which he was to defeat one enemy, and secretly affront another, did make him chuckle one or twice, not with joy, but with bitterness.
He awoke in a similar mood next morning: but there was eight o'clock service near, and the silver-toned bell awakened better thoughts.

He dressed hurriedly, and went to church.
He came back sadder, but rather less hot, less bitter: he had his breakfast, improved his toilet, went to the livery stable, and drove to "Woodbine Villa." Mr.and Miss Carden had just finished breakfast, when he drove up to the door.
"Who is this ?" said Mr.Carden.
"What, have you forgotten Mr.Little ?" "Indeed! Why, how he is dressed.

I took him for a gentleman." "You were not very far wrong, papa.