The sun was setting in a cloudless brazier of red light; a golden dust pervaded all the landscape.

Presley read his poem aloud.

When he had finished, his friend looked at him.
"What have you been doing lately ?" he demanded.

Presley, wondering, told of his various comings and goings.
"I don't mean that," returned the other.

"Something has happened to you, something has aroused you.