It was not for me to build castles in the air, and weave bright fancies; but to work, until I had accomplished the work I had set out to do.
And so I went quietly to bed, and, much to my astonishment, slept long and soundly.

The sun was shining in at my window when I awoke, and this Italian city looked wondrously beautiful as it lay there this clear December morning, in the light of the bright sun.
We wasted no time after breakfast before setting out--I with beating heart, Simon still calm and collected, looking with critical eyes on the sketch he had drawn in his mesmeric sleep.
"After all," remarked Simon, slowly, "it shows us how a feller can live away from his body, don't it, then?
We are fearfully and terribly made, as Solomon said to the people on Mount Sinai." I did not reply to Simon's philosophy, nor to his wonderful scriptural quotations.

I was too anxious to get to this hotel, where I hoped Kaffar would be staying.
We came to the great square in which stood the palace of the king, but I paid no heed to the imposing building nor to the magnificently carved monuments that stood around in the square.

I was too anxious to turn down the street in which my hopes lay.
I went slowly down, till I came to the bottom of it, where a narrow road branched off, leading to a kind of observatory; but I saw nothing of an hotel.
My heart became like lead.
Simon's sketch of the streets had not been a false one.

If any of my readers have been to Turin, they will remember the long street leading from the station; they will also recognize the two squares which Simon indicated in his plan.