Yet both stillness and darkness felt companionable, in harmony with the starlit dimness of the man's mind.

His soul was having its adventure while mystery filled the outer air.

He walked on, wrapped in the nebulous fantasies which passed with him for thought, heedless, as he always was, of the flight of time.

Once he halted by the edge of the pond, and, sitting on a bench, lit and smoked his pipe until the cold forced him to rise.

With an instinctive desire to hear some earthly sound, he picked up a stone and threw it into the water.