In seven days he had found a new world and tried a new life, and had come now to the end of it.

He did not want to die, less now than ever with such wide horizons opening before him.

But that was the worst of it, he reflected, for to have a great life great hazards must be taken, and there was always the risk of this sudden extinguisher....

Had he to choose again, far better the smooth sheltered bypath than this accursed romantic highway on to which he had blundered....

No, by Heaven, no! Confound it, if he had to choose he would do it all again.