Other less noisy figures flitted timidly among the shadows.
From very far away down the street he could hear the sound of a struggle.
But it was evident to him that this was not the street into which the theatre opened.

That former fight, it seemed, had suddenly dropped out of sound and hearing.

And they were fighting for him! For a space he was like a man who pauses in the reading of a vivid book, and suddenly doubts what he has been taking unquestionably.

At that time he had little mind for details; the whole effect was a huge astonishment.
Oddly enough, while the flight from the Council prison, the great crowd in the hall, and the attack of the red police upon the swarming people were clearly present in his mind, it cost him an effort to piece in his awakening and to revive the meditative interval of the Silent Rooms.

At first his memory leapt these things and took him back to the cascade at Pentargen quivering in the wind, and all the sombre splendours of the sunlit Cornish coast.