He was glad to be responsible.

He had passionately desired a cause to which to attach himself; and was there, in all the world, a better than Joan?
Spring had come again, and all things were young, and the call to mate rang in his ears and set his heart beating and his thoughts racing ahead.

He loved her, this girl that he had come upon standing out in all her freshness against a blue sky.

He would serve her as the great lovers had served, and please God, she would some day return his love.
They would build up a home and bring up a family and go together up the inevitable hill.
And as he stood sentinel, in a waking dream, waiting for the finger of dawn to rub the night away, sleep tapped him on the shoulder, and he turned and went to the divan and sat down with his back to it, touched one of Joan's placid hands with his lips and drifted into further dreams with a smile around his mouth.
V It was ten o'clock in the morning when Martin brought his car to a stop and looked up at the heavy Gothic decorations of a pompous house in East Fifty-fifth Street.

"Is this it ?" "Yes," said Joan, getting out of the leather-lined coat that he had wrapped her in.