The Square was almost deserted at this hour, except for the old men on the benches and the squirrels that were preparing to return to their nests in the trees.

The breath of spring was over all, roving, fragrant, provocative.
He shrank from going straight to the house; but Patty was not in the walks, and he realized that if he found her at all it would be within doors.

Perhaps it was better so.

After all, he must become accustomed to the mansion and all that it contained, including Gideon Vetch, if he really loved Patty! And did he really love her?
Oh, was it all to begin over again after the days and nights when he had threshed it out alone in desperation of mind?
Had he lost not only all that was vital, but all that was stable, that was positive and affirmative in his life?
He stood for a moment with his eyes on the fresh young leaves which stirred softly.

Then, as if hope and courage had passed into him with the air of spring, he turned away and walked rapidly to the gate of the Governor's house.