any man he chose "to go to the devil."

His content over this reflection was shadowed only by a momentary
recollection that Henry Trelane was since dead. He regretted that his
friend could not know of his success.

Another friend suddenly floated into his memory. Catherine Trelane was
his college-mate's sister. Once she had been all the world to
Livingstone, and he had found out afterwards that she had cared for him
too, and would have married him had he spoken at one time. But he had
not known this at first, and when he began to grow he could not bring
himself to it. He could not afford to burden himself with a family that
might interfere with his success. Then later, when he had succeeded and
was well off and had asked Catherine Trelane to be his wife, she had
declined. She said Livingstone had not offered her himself, but his
fortune. It had stung Livingstone deeply, and he had awakened, but too
late, to find for a while that he had really loved her. She was well off
too, having been left a comfortable sum by a relative.

However, Livingstone was glad now, as he reflected on it, that it had
turned out so. Catherine Trelane's refusal had really been the incentive
which had spurred him on to greater success. It was to revenge himself
that he had plunged deeper into business than ever, and he had bought
his fine house to show that he could afford to live in style. He had
intended then to marry; but he had not had time to do so; he had always
been too busy.

Catherine Trelane, at least, was not dead. He had not heard of her in a
long time; she had married, he knew, a man named--Shepherd, he believed,
and he had heard that her husband was dead.