However, Sunday was still a long way off, so he went to sleep and dreamed that he was buying presents at every shop in Lucerne and giving them all to Madame Riennes.
On Thursday he was quite happy.

On Friday he began to suffer from uneasiness, which on Saturday became very pronounced.

It seemed to him that already waves of influence were creeping towards him like the fringes of some miasmic mist.

Doubtless it was imagination, but he could feel their first frail tentacles wrapping themselves around his will, and drawing him towards Lucerne.

As the day went on the tentacles grew stronger, till by evening there might have been a very octopus behind them.