There was work still to be done--his country's work....
He felt the need of change of scene.

The sight of the place with its placid, enervating beauty, its constant appeal to the senses, was beginning to have a curious effect upon his nerves.

He turned back upon the Terrace, and by means of the least frequented streets he passed through the town and up towards the hills.

He walked steadily, reckless of time or direction.

He had lunch at a small inn high above the road from Cannes, and it was past three o'clock when he turned homewards.