How much he had seen and learnt since he left home that morning! Worlds of beauty, of art, of intellect had dawned upon his consciousness; a world of mystery too.

Even now, tramping along the road, he felt a different being.

Even now he imagined the presence of unseen entities--walking by his side, it might be, but anyhow close to him.

Was it so?
Could it be that he really was surrounded by intelligences that eluded his physical senses and yet in some mysterious fashion made their existence _known_?
At last he arrived at the stile leading into the meadow, and prepared to clamber over.

Then he hesitated.