There was a bell in everything for him; Nature gave out her cry, and significance was on all sides of the universe; no dead stuff, no longer any afflicting lumpishness.

His brain was vivifying light.

And how humane he was! how supremely tolerant! Where she had really thought instead of flippantly tapping at the doors of thought, or crying vagrantly for an echo, his firm footing in the region thrilled her; and where she had felt deeper than fancifully, his wise tenderness overwhelmed.

Strange to consider: with all his precious gifts, which must make the gift of life thrice dear to him, he was fearless.

Less by what he said than by divination she discerned that he knew not fear.