Once more the youth was alone.

He set down his basket and laughed.

Was there ever such a fine world?
Had there ever been a more likable adventure?
The very danger of it was the spice which gave it flavor.

He stretched out his arms as if to embrace this world which appeared so rosal, so joyous to his imagination.
"Thanks, thanks! You have given me youth, and I accept it," he said aloud, perhaps addressing that mutable goddess who presides over all follies.

"Regret it in my old age?
Not I! I shall have lived for one short month.