He was a man of limited imagination and little given to superstitions.

Yet that night there came to him a presentiment.
He felt that he was on the threshold of great events.

Something new in life was looming up before him.

He had cut himself adrift from the old--it was a very wonderful and a very beautiful figure which was beckoning him to follow in other paths.

The triumph of the earlier part of the day seemed to lie far back in a misty and unimportant past.