Though he was still troubled now and then by an idea that he was wasting his time and making a poor use of such abilities as he possessed, it was pleasant to feel that, within certain limits, he could do exactly as he wished.
Life in western Canada was strenuous and somewhat primitive; he was conscious of a strong reluctance to resume it; but he could not bear to have Sylvia, who had luxurious tastes, left almost penniless.

There was a way in which he could serve her, and he determined to take it.
George was steadfast in his devotion, and did not shrink from a sacrifice.
"It strikes me there's only one suitable plan," he said.

"I know something about western farming.

I wouldn't need a salary; and Sylvia could trust me to look after her interests.

I'd better go out and take charge until things are straightened up, or we come across somebody fit for the post." Herbert heard him with satisfaction.