It glistened on the varnished top of his violin-case lying on the table, and on a jug of toast-and-water placed there by his college servant or scout every night before he left.

He drank a glass of this mixture, and was moving towards his bedroom door when a sudden thought struck him.

He turned back, took the violin from its case, tuned it, and began to play the "Areopagita" suite.

He was conscious of that mental clearness and vigour which not unfrequently comes with the dawn to those who have sat watching or reading through the night: and his thoughts were exalted by the effect which the first consciousness of a deep passion causes in imaginative minds.

He had never played the suite with more power; and the airs, even without the piano part, seemed fraught with a meaning hitherto unrealised.