We had the impulse to cry out, the way you nearly always do when a startling thing happens, but something mysteriously restrained us and we remained quiet, only breathing fast.
Then the trees hid Father Peter after a little, and Satan said: "It is as I told you--I am only a spirit." "Yes, one perceives it now," said Nikolaus, "but we are not spirits.

It is plain he did not see you, but were we invisible, too?
He looked at us, but he didn't seem to see us." "No, none of us was visible to him, for I wished it so." It seemed almost too good to be true, that we were actually seeing these romantic and wonderful things, and that it was not a dream.

And there he sat, looking just like anybody--so natural and simple and charming, and chatting along again the same as ever, and--well, words cannot make you understand what we felt.

It was an ecstasy; and an ecstasy is a thing that will not go into words; it feels like music, and one cannot tell about music so that another person can get the feeling of it.

He was back in the old ages once more now, and making them live before us.