His vision was filled with the brightness of the delightful fact itself, which seemed to impregnate the sweet morning air and to flutter in the light, fresh breeze that came through his open window from the sea.

He saw a great patch of the sea between a couple of red-tiled roofs; it was bluer than any sea had ever been before.

He had not slept long--only three or four hours; but he had quite slept off his dread.

The shadow had dropped away and nothing was left but the beauty of his love, which seemed to shine in the freshness of the early day.

He felt absurdly happy--as if he had discovered El Dorado; quite apart from consequences--he was not thinking of consequences, which of course were another affair--the feeling was intrinsically the finest one he had ever had, and--as a mere feeling--he had not done with it yet.