He proceeded at once to settle himself in his new quarters.

Finding some shelves in a recess of the wall, he arranged his books upon them, and laid his few clothes in the chest of drawers beneath.

He then got out his writing material, and sat down.
Though his window was so high, the warm pure air came in full of the aromatic odours rising in the hot sunshine from the young pine trees far below, and from a lark far above descended news of heaven-gate.

The scent came up and the song came down all the time he was writing to his mother--a long letter.

When he had closed and addressed it, he fell into a reverie.