The joy their attitude bestowed upon Selden was the thing he would feel gave the finishing touch to the hours which he would recall to the end of his days as the "time of his life." Yes, by gee! he was having "the time of his life." Later he found himself feeling--as Miss Vanderpoel had felt--rather as if the whole thing was a dream.

This came upon him when, with Mount Dunstan and Penzance, he walked through the park and the curiously beautiful old gardens.

The lovely, soundless quiet, broken into only by bird notes, or his companions' voices, had an extraordinary effect on him.
"It's so still you can hear it," he said once, stopping in a velvet, moss-covered path.

"Seems like you've got quiet shut up here, and you've turned it on till the air's thick with it.

Good Lord, think of little old Broadway keeping it up, and the L whizzing and thundering along every three minutes, just the same, while we're standing here! You can't believe it." It would have gone hard with him to describe to them the value of his enjoyment.