Up early, and to bed late--drawing from the model, the antique, still life, drapery, landscape; studying pictures, old and new, and filling his sketch-book in every moment of so-called leisure with the figures and actions of the great city--he had made magnificent use of his time; Phoebe could find no fault with him there.
Had he forgotten her and the babe ?--found letters to her sometimes a burden, and his heart towards her dry often and barren?
Well, he _had_ written regularly; and she had never complained.

Men cannot be like women, absorbed for ever in the personal affections.

For him it was the day of battle, in which a man must strain all his powers to the uttermost if any laurels are to be won before evening.

His whole soul was absorbed in the stress of it, in the hungry eagerness for fame, and--though in a lesser degree--for money.
Money! The very thought of it filled him with impatient worry.
Morrison's hundred was nearly gone.

He knew well enough that Phoebe was right when she accused him of managing his money badly.