He tossed a penny--heads go on, tails turn aside.

It fell tails.
He knew as soon as he had taken three steps down the side-road that he was doing something momentous, and the exhilaration of enterprise stole into his soul.

It occurred to him that this was the kind of landscape that he had always especially hankered after, and had made pictures of when he had a longing for the country on him--a wooded cape between streams, with meadows inland and then a long lift of heather.

He had the same feeling of expectancy, of something most interesting and curious on the eve of happening, that he had had long ago when he waited on the curtain rising at his first play.

His spirits soared like the lark, and he took to singing.