Then something in the Lady Henrietta's answer touched him vaguely and decided him to return. After all--because life was a black barren waste to him--what right had he to dim all joy in the two who had given him being? Yes, he would go back, and try to pick up the threads anew.
There were great quiet rejoicings in his parents' hearts at their son's third homecoming. And like a wild beast tamed for a time to perform tricks in a circus, Paul conformed to the ordinary routine. The question of his entering Parliament was mooted again, but this he put aside. As yet he could face no ties. He would do his best by staying at home most of the year--but when that call of anguish was upon him, he must be free once more to roam.
Then hope began to bloom in the Lady Henrietta's heart as flowers after rain. Surely this great unknown grief was passing--surely her adored one would settle down again.