When he turned away he felt the last hold for him had gone.

The town, as he sat upon the car, stretched away over the bay of railway, a level fume of lights.

Beyond the town the country, little smouldering spots for more towns--the sea--the night--on and on! And he had no place in it! Whatever spot he stood on, there he stood alone.

From his breast, from his mouth, sprang the endless space, and it was there behind him, everywhere.

The people hurrying along the streets offered no obstruction to the void in which he found himself.