He had no idea before of the joy of wealth.

He paid it to old Rawson.
"There is the first return for your investment," he said.
"I don' know about its bein' the first return," said the squire, slowly; "but an investment ain't done till it's all returned." His keen eyes were on Keith's face.
"I know it," said Keith, laughing.
But for Dr.Balsam, Keith sometimes thought that he must have died that first winter, and, in fact, the young man did owe a great deal to the tall, slab-sided man, whose clothes hung on him so loosely that he appeared in the distance hardly more than a rack to support them.

As he came nearer he was a simple old countryman with a deeply graved face and unkempt air.

On nearer view still, you found the deep gray eyes both shrewd and kindly; the mouth under its gray moustache had fine lines, and at times a lurking smile, which yet had in it something grave.
To Dr.Balsam, Keith owed a great deal more than he himself knew at the time.

For it is only by looking back that Youth can gauge the steps by which it has climbed..