Again he was silent.
Nor did he speak until we had turned on our homeward way.
And lively as my interest, my scientific curiosity, were--I was conscious suddenly of acute depression.

Beautiful, wondrously beautiful this place was--and yet in its wonder dwelt a keen edge of menace, of unease--of inexplicable, inhuman woe; as though in a secret garden of God a soul should sense upon it the gaze of some lurking spirit of evil which some way, somehow, had crept into the sanctuary and only bided its time to spring..