He crumpled the letter in his hand and exclaimed: "'Tis too true, there is not the slightest hope; ah! this is indeed a cloud with no silver lining."
He rose, paced the room in an agitated state and muttered: "But yesterday, I thought myself a rising man, now, I have utterly failed; that upon which I had set my heart, upon which my thoughts had dwelt and upon which my hopes had been built, has fallen to the ground."
"Such joy ambition finds," something seemed to echo within him.
CHAPTER VI.
New Acquaintances.
or a week or so Frank Mathers grieved about his misfortune. At the end of that time, an event occurred which completely distracted him.