It exasperated him with the intensity of selfishness's avarice that he could not have both Theresa Howland's fortune and Adelaide.

It seemed to him that he had a right to both.

Not in the coldly selfish only is the fact of desire in itself the basis of right.

By the time he reached home, he was angry through and through, and bent upon finding some one to be angry with.

He threw the reins to a groom and, savagely sullen of face, went slowly up the terrace-like steps.
His mother, on the watch for his return, came to meet him.