Now with branches dark and bare against the glorious sunsets that burned at night in the west long after the valley was in shadow, even with talk in Hannah's kitchen of early snow, his madness was if anything a trifle more acute.

Even the dreaded hours with Adam ceased to trouble him in the joy of his days.
There was peace here and, thanks to Mr.Adams, who had simplified his relations with the bank, freedom from work and worry.
The November twilight, scintillant with stars, lay darkly ahead.

He forged through it in excitement.

He who could forecast with the wisdom of experience the duration of his own enslavement had gone over his time.

And, powers of wild-fire, he still kept going! Something emotionally was wrong.
It pleased him in a moody moment to busy himself with mathematics, much as he hated them, and deduce a singular fact.