I took off my hat again and pressed forward.
For a couple of miles, perhaps, I walked thoughtfully, and I do not believe I once thought of the bear shambling silently behind me.

I had been dreaming a day-dream--not building a castle in the air, for I had seen before me a castle already built.

I had simply been dreaming myself into it, into its life, into its possessions, into the possession of everything which belonged to it.
It had been a fascinating vision.

It had suited my fancy better than any vision of the future which I had ever had.

I was not ambitious; I loved the loveliness of life.