He was in the first flush of speed-breaking and knew the town and its midnight haunts.

He had offered to show Martin the way to get rid of depression.

Right! He should be put to the test.

Two could play the "Who cares ?" game; and Martin, cut to the quick, angry and resisted, would enter his name.

Not again would he put himself in the way of being laughed at and ridiculed and turned down, teased and tantalized and made a fool of.
Patience and gentleness--to what end?
He loved a will-o'-the-wisp; he had married a butterfly.