As he rolled into bed his mind was curiously at ease.

He felt equipped for any call that might be made on him.

That Mrs.Morran should welcome him back as a resource in need gave him a new assurance of manhood.
He woke between nine and ten to the sound of rain lashing against the garret window.

As he picked his way out of the mazes of sleep and recovered the skein of his immediate past, he found to his disgust that he had lost his composure.

All the flock of fears, that had left him when on the top of the Glasgow tram-car he had made the great decision, had flown back again and settled like black crows on his spirit.