During them the two men learned to understand and to respect each other's peculiarities.

Crawford himself was wonderfully happy; he would not let any thought of the past darken his heart.

He looked forward as hopefully as if he were yet on the threshold of life.
O mystery of life! from what depths proceed thy comforts and thy lessons! One morning at very early dawn Crawford awoke from a deep sleep in an indescribable awe.

In some vision of the night he had visited that piteous home which memory builds, and where only in sleep we walk.

Whom had he seen there?
What message had he received?
This he never told.