Yet it was to him the least satisfactory thing he had ever done.

He was cramped in every way by a niggardly commission, and was using lighter structural material than he thought proper.

He had vexations enough, too, with his work at home.

He had several bridges under way in the United States, and they were always being held up by strikes and delays resulting from a general industrial unrest.
Though Alexander often told himself he had never put more into his work than he had done in the last few years, he had to admit that he had never got so little out of it.

He was paying for success, too, in the demands made on his time by boards of civic enterprise and committees of public welfare.