He had played for some time, and now, from a sudden pause of impulse, had ceased, and begun to look around him.

The only light came from two long pale cracks in the rain-clouds of the west.

The wind was blowing through the broken windows, which stretched away on either hand.

A dreary, windy gloom, therefore, pervaded the desolate place; and in the dusk, and their settled order, the machines looked multitudinous.

An eerie sense of discomfort came over him as he gazed, and he lifted his violin to dispel the strange unpleasant feeling that grew upon him.