"What am I to do ?" And he put his arms into the coat that was held out and took his hat.

In the street the soft April light was fading, and the scent of spring was blown to him from the Park.

He turned into Fifth Avenue in company with a horde of questions that he couldn't shake off.

He couldn't believe that any of all this was true.

Was there no one in all this world of people who would help him and give him a few words of advice?
"Oh, Father," he said from the bottom of his heart, "dear old Father, where are you ?" The telephone bell was ringing as Joan went into her room.