Sit still, and don't say anything." We looked up and saw Father Peter approaching through the chestnuts.

We three were sitting together in the grass, and Satan sat in front of us in the path.

Father Peter came slowly along with his head down, thinking, and stopped within a couple of yards of us and took off his hat and got out his silk handkerchief, and stood there mopping his face and looking as if he were going to speak to us, but he didn't.

Presently he muttered, "I can't think what brought me here; it seems as if I were in my study a minute ago--but I suppose I have been dreaming along for an hour and have come all this stretch without noticing; for I am not myself in these troubled days." Then he went mumbling along to himself and walked straight through Satan, just as if nothing were there.

It made us catch our breath to see it.