Then, when his common sense brought him out of his heroic delirium, he tried to calm himself with an equally illogical optimism.

They would not come.

He did not know why it was, but his heart told him that they would not get that far.
He passed the following morning reconnoitering the artificial meadows that he had made behind the park, lamenting their neglected condition due to the departure of the men, trying himself to open the sluice gates so as to give some water to the pasture lands which were beginning to dry up.

The grape vines were extending their branches the length of their supports, and the full bunches, nearly ripe, were beginning to show their triangular lusciousness among the leaves.

Ay, who would gather this abundant fruit!.