He gathered that a stranger could hardly start fair without L500.
"That is a good lump!" thought Henry: "but I'll have it, if I work night as well as day." Thus inspired, his life became a sweet delirium.

When he walked, he seemed to tread on air: when he forged, his hammer felt a feather in his hand.

The mountains in the way looked molehills, and the rainbow tangible, to Youth, and Health, and Hope, and mighty Love.
One afternoon, as he put on his coat and crossed the yard, after a day's work that had passed like a pleasant hour, being gilded with such delightful anticipations, the foreman of the works made him a mysterious signal.

Henry saw it, and followed him into his office.

Bayne looked carefully out of all the doors, then closed them softly, and his face betrayed anxiety, and even fear.
"Little," said he, almost in a whisper, "you know me: I'm a man of peace, and so for love of peace I'm going to do something that might get me into a wrangle.