He saw Flora given to another without a feeling of regret.

A few months afterwards, he married the daughter of a gentleman who considered himself fortunate in obtaining a son-in-law that promised to be one of the richest men in the city.
It was with a very poor grace that Mr.Johnson bore his disappointment; so poor, that he scarcely treated the husband of his daughter with becoming respect.

To add to his uncomfortable feelings by contrast, Mortimer built himself a splendid dwelling almost beside the modest residence of Mr.Watson, and after furnishing it in the most costly and elegant style, gave a grand entertainment.
Invitations to this were not extended to either Mr.Johnson's family or to that of his son-in-law--an omission that was particularly galling to the former.
A few weeks subsequent to this, Mr.Johnson stood beside Mr.Watson in an auction room.

To the latter a sample of new goods, just introduced, was knocked down, and when asked by the auctioneer how many cases he would take, he replied "Two." "Say ten," whispered Mr.Johnson in his ear.
"Two cases are enough for my sales," quietly returned the young man.
"But they're a great bargain.

You can sell them at an advance," urged Mr.Johnson.
"Perhaps so.