He had always seemed a somewhat gross and vulgar person to his fellow-travellers.

Now, this bitter healing draught of sorrow had transformed him.

He was purified, spiritualised, exalted.

He had become so calmly strong that he made the others feel stronger as they looked upon him.

He spoke of life and of death, of the present, and their hopes of the future; and the black cloud of their misery began to show a golden rift or two.