With tear-filled eyes he was gazing at a house of yellow stucco on the opposite side of the street.
And his thoughts were these: "She is the best that ever lived, and I am the most ungrateful of fools.

How happy were we in the house of yellow stucco! Only now, when she has closed its doors to me, do I know how happy! If she would give me another chance, never again would I distress or deceive her." So far had the young man progressed in his thoughts when an automobile of surprising smartness swept around the corner and drew up in front of the house of yellow stucco, and from it descended a charming young person.

She was of the Dresden-shepherdess type, with large blue eyes of haunting beauty and innocence.
"My wife!" exclaimed the blond youth at the railings.

And instantly he dodged behind a horse that, while still attached to a four-wheeler, was contentedly eating from a nose-bag.
With a key the Dresden shepherdess opened the door to the yellow house and disappeared.
The calling of the reporter trains him in audacity, and to act quickly.
He shares the troubles of so many people that to the troubles of other people he becomes callous, and often will rush in where friends of the family fear to tread.

Although Philip was not now acting as a reporter, he acted quickly.