And though this cloud as a dry tongue after much wine craves water, glimpses of his tramp's walk with a fellow tramp on a different road, enjoying strangely healthy vagabond sensations and vast ideas; brought the vagrant philosopher refreshfully to his mind: chiefly for the reason that while in Woodseer's company he had hardly suffered a stroke of pain from the thought of Henrietta.

She was now a married woman, he was a married man by the register.

Stronger proof of the maddest of worlds could not be furnished.
Sane in so mad a world, a man is your flabby citizen among outlaws, good for plucking.

Fun, at any cost, is the one object worth a shot in such a world.

And the fun is not to stop.