Even when the possibility of marriage with Cynthia had loomed in
his path, his pride had rebelled at the financial inequality of the
match. He did not wish to be patronized, to come empty-handed to a
princess whose hands were full. The thought had been a galling one.
And now once again he was in a similar position. Of course, Madam Lee
and the Galbraiths would desire to make good the past; he knew them
well enough for that. Delight would be elevated to the same plane with
Cynthia, and he would be faced with the old irritating inferiority of
fortune. Moreover, in her recently acquired station, the lady of his
dreams might scorn such a humble suitor. Who could tell? Wealth
worked great changes in individuals sometimes, and at best human nature
was a frail, assailable, and incalculable factor. Furthermore the girl
had never pledged him her love. There had been no spoken word between
them. The vision that had made a Utopia of his world had been, he
reflected, of his own creating.
He glanced at Delight, but she did not meet his eye.
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