Then one by one the glory overtook and embraced them, and they melted into it to be seen no more.
What did the sight suggest to him?
That it was worth while, perhaps, to be a mere drift of cloud, storm-driven and rain-laden in the bitter Night of Life, if the Morning of Deliverance brought such transformation on its wings.

That beyond some such gates as these, gates that at times, greatly daring, he longed to tread, lay the answer to many a mystery.
Amongst other things, perhaps, there he would learn the meaning of true marriage, and why it is denied to most dwellers of the earth.

Without a union of the spirit was there indeed any marriage as it should be understood?
And who in this world could hope to find his fellow spirit?
See, the sun had risen, the golden gates were shut.

He had been dreaming, and was chilled to the bone.

Wretchedness, mental and bodily, took hold of him.