twig and stem held its tiny pearl of wetness. All the earth glistened and was clean and looked as if greenness was returning. He regarded the artificial effects around him, the long lines of trees and set clumps of shrubbery, and was seized with a desire well-nigh irresistible for the wild roads and rugged steeps — the wandering streams and sound of falling waters.

He saw it all again, the blossoming spring where Cassandra sat waiting for him, and he resolved to start without delay — to go to her and bring her back with him. All this sordid calculation of the amount of his fortune — his mother’s and sister’s shares — the annuities of poor dependents — stocks to be bought — interest to be invested — the government, and his future part therein, pah! It must wait! He would