He found himself weary of his flowery bonds and eager for a man's life in his native city.

Oh, why had he urged this immature girl to take the ride which had led him into slavery to one who could not advance him in life, however queen-like she moved and talked and smiled upon the world from the heights of her physical perfections.

It was brain that was needed--an understanding like Lucie's, tempered, like hers, by years, not months, of culture and refined association.
It was at this point he paused in his restless walk and looked for inspiration to the far-off waters of the bluest of all seas.
Suddenly he resumed his walk; then quickly stopping again sat down at his desk and with an air of desperate haste began a letter to his mother with the announcement: It is too late.

Unfortunately for your scheme, I am already....
He never got any further.

A fresh impulse drove him into the street.