Yet I afterwards heard that at the time of the illness, at least in the case of one of the two children, it was impossible to rouse his attention to the danger.

He chanced to be then under the immediate spell of one of those fits of poetic inspiration which descended on him like a cloud.

Till the cloud had drifted he could see nothing beyond.

Under the level of the calm there was, however, the precinct of the storm.

It expressed itself rarely but vehemently, partaking sometimes of the character both of indignation and sorrow.