Half-dozing, half-sleeping, every thing glimmered before him, and the still hours stole by.
When he opened his eyes again it was twilight, and he was lying on his back looking up at the heavy tester of the great bedstead from which hung the curtains, so that he had only glimpses into the chamber.

It was large and lofty, and the paper on the wall told the story of Telemachus.

His eyes wandered over it dreamily.
He could dimly see the beautiful Calypso--the sage Mentor--the eager pupil--pallid phantoms floating around him.

He seemed to hear the beating of the sea upon the shore.

The tears came to his eyes.