He was well worth it.

Mr.Penzance was filled with delight, and saturated with the atmosphere of New York.
"I feel," he said, softly polishing his eyeglasses and almost affectionately smiling, "I really feel as if I had been walking down Broadway or Fifth Avenue.

I believe that I might find my way to--well, suppose we say Weber & Field's," and G.Selden shouted with glee.
Never before, in fact, had he felt his heart so warmed by spontaneous affection as it was by this elderly, somewhat bald and thin-faced clergyman of the Church of England.

This he had never seen before.
Without the trained subtlety to have explained to himself the finely sweet and simply gracious deeps of it, he was moved and uplifted.

He was glad he had "come across" it, he felt a vague regret at passing on his way, and leaving it behind.