April in San Francisco is sometimes a cold, wet month. But this has been a day, this is Spring! Paul Barbour, coming home from the airport pauses on the back steps, idly watches a seagull gliding in prolonged flight in the warm five o'clock sunlight, and then goes into the house. Hearing his father chuckling in the library, he goes in there, where Henry is chatting on the telephone while Fanny tries to glean what she can from the one-sided conversation...