Coop takes his own sweet time walking home along the alley between the storebacks and the railway embankment.

A neighb'ring Wood born with himself he sees, / And loves his old contemporary trees.

Until then he had not thought of following Lani Aldrich to Honolulu. He had been so sure that she would return to him.

Can you call me back tomorrow, mate? I′m flat chat at the moment.