A purer joy than life had ever held for him until now made him careless whether his dinner cost eighteenpence or eighteen shillings; whether he rode in the most perfect of broughams or walked in the mud.

He took no heed for the future; he forgot the past, and abandoned himself heart and soul to the new delights of the present.
Never had Philip Sheldon found so willing a tool, so cheap a drudge.
Valentine was ready to do anything or everything for Charlotte's stepfather, since his relations with that gentleman enabled him to spend so much of his life with Charlotte.
But even in this sublimated state of mind Mr.Hawkehurst was not exempt from the great necessity of Mr.Skimpole and humanity at large.

He wanted pounds.

His garments were shabby, and he desired new and elegant raiment in which to appear to advantage before the eyes of the woman he loved.

It had been his privilege on several occasions to escort Mrs.
Sheldon and the two younger ladies to a theatre; and even this privilege had cost him money.