As it is with a man who yields to love for the first time in his life, it was with Andrew in his tardy subjection to the hazards of fortune.

He was a much more devoted slave than those who had long wooed her.

He had always taken nothing but the principal newspaper published in Rowe, but now he subscribed to a Boston paper, the one which had the fullest financial column, though Fanny exclaimed at his extravagance.
Along in midsummer, in the midst of Ellen's vacation, the mining stock dropped fast a point or more a day.

Andrew's heart began to sink, though he was far from losing hope.

He used to talk it over with the men who advised him to buy, and come home fortified.
All he had to do was to be patient; the fall meant nothing wrong with the mine, only the wrangle of speculators.