He did not know why he went--he had to go.

When he reached the Dunbar woods, he stood in the thicket for hours, watching the house.

She came out at last and sat down on the steps to play with the dog.

Last night in her white, delicate beauty she had not seemed real--she was far off, like an angel coming down into his depths of misery.
But to-day she sat on the steps in her pretty blue gown, and laughed and rolled Tramp over, and sung snatches of songs, and was nothing but a foolish girl.

For so many years he had been thinking of work and money-making and bosses.