Elgar sank at length into oblivion, but to his companion sleep came not.

Very early in the morning there sounded the loud blast of a horn, all through the town and away into remoteness.

Signify what it might, the practical result seemed to be a rousing of the population to their daily life; lively voices, the tramp of feet, the clatter of vehicles began at once, and waxed with the spread of daylight.
The sun rose, but only to gleam for an hour on clouds and vapours which it had not power to disperse.

The mountain summits were hidden, and down their sides crept ominously the ragged edges of mist; a thin rain began to fall, and grew heavier as the sky dulled.

Having breakfasted, the two friends spent an hour in the cathedral, which was dark and chill and gloomy.