"And do you suppose," he went on, "that whoever marries her will let her live in the way you talk of?
Where are you going to find a working man that'll be content never to touch this money--to work on for his weekly wages, when he might be living at his ease ?" And I told him that it wasn't as impossible as he thought.

What do you think, Sidney ?' The communication of a noble idea has the same effect upon the brains of certain men--of one, let us say, in every hundred thousand--as a wine that exalts and enraptures.

As Sidney listened to the old man telling of his wondrous vision, he became possessed with ardour such as he had known but once or twice in his life.

Idealism such as Michael Snowdon had developed in these latter years is a form of genius; given the susceptible hearer, it dazzles, inspires, raises to heroic contempt of the facts of life.

Had this story been related to him of some unknown person, Sidney would have admired, but as one admires the nobly impracticable; subject to the electric influence of a man who was great enough to conceive and direct his life by such a project, who could repose so supreme a faith in those he loved, all the primitive nobleness of his character asserted itself, and he could accept with a throbbing heart the superb challenge addressed to him.
'If Jane can think me worthy to be her husband,' he replied, 'your friend shall see that he has feared without cause.' 'I knew it, Sidney; I knew it!' exclaimed the old man.