He would be patient.

Would she come--home?
She turned passively and took his arm.

He talked, but he knew he was talking poorly, and at last he became silent also.

But when they came to the steep steps leading to the chateau, he lifted her in his arms, carried her to the house, and left her at their chamber-door.
Then he went to the pavilion to smoke.

He had no wish to think--at least of anything but the girl.