And thus it was now with the young man who stood on the threshold of his home, doubtful whether he should pursue or abandon the purpose which was then uppermost in his mind.

On his choice between the two alternatives of going on, or going back--which the closing of a door would decide--depended the future of his life, and of other lives that were mingled with it.
He waited a minute undecided, for the warning Voices within him were stronger than his own will: he waited, looking up thoughtfully at the starry loveliness of the winter's night--then closed the door behind him as softly as usual--hesitated again at the last step that led on to the pavement--and then fairly set forth from home, walking at a rapid pace through the streets.
He was not in his usual good spirits.

He felt no inclination to sing as was his wont, while passing through the fresh, frosty air: and he wondered why it was so.
The Voices were still speaking faintly and more faintly within him.
But we must die before we can become immortal as they are; and their language to us in this life is often as an unknown tongue..