I could see in his glance darted into the night all his inner being carried on, projected headlong into the fanciful realm of recklessly heroic aspirations.

He had no leisure to regret what he had lost, he was so wholly and naturally concerned for what he had failed to obtain.

He was very far away from me who watched him across three feet of space.

With every instant he was penetrating deeper into the impossible world of romantic achievements.

He got to the heart of it at last! A strange look of beatitude overspread his features, his eyes sparkled in the light of the candle burning between us; he positively smiled! He had penetrated to the very heart--to the very heart.