All told, it was an enjoyable day for Warrington.

More than ever he set his face against the great city and looked with satisfaction on the hills of his childhood.

It would be a pleasant pastime to sit on Patty's veranda and talk, become, and act like one of the young people.

He was growing old; his youth must be renewed soon, or he would lose it utterly.

This young man had been surfeited with noise and light, with the sham and glitter of hotels, clubs and restaurants.