Again and again he strove to call it up--to fancy that he saw.

It was useless, and at last, weary, broken, but filled with a mad irritation such as might be felt by a hungry man who sees food which he cannot touch, or by a jealous lover who beholds her that should have been his bride take another husband before his eyes, he crept away to such rest as he could win.
He awoke, ill, wretched, and unsatisfied, but wisdom had come to him with sleep.

He must not fail again, it was too wearing; he must prepare himself according to the rules which he had laid down.

Also he must conciliate his wife, so that she did not speak angrily to him, and thus disturb his calm of mind.

Broken waters mirror nothing; if his soul was to be the glass in which that beloved spirit might appear, it must be still and undisturbed.