Amid struggle and gloom the scene changed.

He was in Kew Gardens, rushing hither and thither, in search of some one.

The sun still beat upon him, and he streamed at every pore.

Not only did he seek in vain, but he could not remember who it was that he sought.

This way and that, along the broad and narrow walks, he hurried in torment, until of a sudden, at a great distance, he descried a figure seated on a bench.