But no sooner had he done the frolicsome deed than he paused, shook his head at himself and muttered to himself: "Like a boy!"-- He felt indeed like a happy child.

But as he waited he became calmer and graver.

He acknowledged to himself, with sincere thankfulness, that he had now found the ideal woman, of whom he had dreamed in his hours of best inspiration, and that she was his, wholly and alone.

And after all, what was he?
A poor rascal who had many mouths to fill, and was no more than two fingers of his master's hand.

This must be altered.