I had been through many wild days with Basil Grant, days for the first half of which the sun and the moon seemed to have gone mad.

But it had almost invariably happened that towards the end of the day and its adventure things had cleared themselves like the sky after rain, and a luminous and quiet meaning had gradually dawned upon me.

But this day's work was destined to end in confusion worse confounded.

Before we left that house, ten minutes afterwards, one half-witted touch was added which rolled all our minds in cloud.

If Rupert's head had suddenly fallen off on the floor, if wings had begun to sprout out of Greenwood's shoulders, we could scarcely have been more suddenly stricken.