They waited in vain for a letter from Jean Jacques, but none came; nor did they hear anything from him, or of him, for a long, long time.
Jean Jacques did not mean that they should.

When he went away with his book of philosophy and his canary he had but one thing in his mind, and that was to find Zoe and make her understand that he knew he had been in the wrong.

He had illusions about starting life again, in which he probably did not believe; but the make-believe was good for him.

Long before the crash came, in Zoe's name--not his own--he had bought from the Government three hundred and twenty acres of land out near the Rockies and had spent five hundred dollars in improvements on it.
There it was in the West, one remaining asset still his own--or rather Zoe's--but worth little if he or she did not develop it.

As he left St.
Saviour's, however, he kept fixing his mind on that "last domain," as he called it to himself.