For the larks sing at midnight in the Shetland summer, and to the music of their heaven-soaring songs he set one sweet name, and in the magical radiance over land and sea had that momentary vision of a beloved face which the second-sight of Memory sometimes grants to a pure, unselfish love.

Then with a joyful song nestling in his heart, he went rapidly forward.

And the night was as the day, for the moon was full and the rosy spears of the Aurora were charging the zenith from every point of the horizon.
Very early he came to a little town.

It was asleep and there was no sound of life in it; but a large yacht was lying at the silent pier with steam visible, and he went directly to her.

During the full tide she had drifted a few feet from land, but he took the open space like a longer step, walked straight to the wheel, and softly whistled.
Then the Captain came quickly up the companion-way, and there was light and liking on his face, as he said, "Welcome, sir! I was expecting thee." "To be sure.