And, having a certain amount of humor, he even turned an introspective eye inwards and owned up to more than a little excitement as to what was going to happen when Gilbert realized that Mrs.Jekyll had brought his wife over to rescue him.

Conceive Gilbert being rescued! "All of us as near the primeval as most of us are to lunacy," he told himself.

"Education, wealth, leisure and all the shibboleths of caste and culture,--how easily they crack and gape before a touch of nature.

Brooks Brothers and Lucile do their derndest to disguise us, but we're still Adam and Eve in a Turkish bath....

Somehow I feel,--I can't quite say why,--that this comedy of youth in which the elements of tragedy have been dragged in by Gilbert, is coming to a head, and unless things run off at a sudden tangent I don't see how the curtain can fall on a happy ending for Joan and the husband who never shows himself and the gentle Alice.
Spring has its storms and youth its penalties.