New ambitions pressed upon his fancy, new joys seemed to crowd upon his straining vision in culminating vistas of the future.

Without fairly admitting it to himself, it had seemed to him as if he had already in a great measure exhausted the possibilities of his own life, as if he had begun to see the bare threads of the warp, as if he had worn out the first glory of the pattern design.

Now it was suddenly all different.

It looked to him as if he had scarcely begun to live, as if he had not had his first taste of existence.

He felt himself a youth.