Here he saw him pause, go on again, pause once more, then jump lightly over the fence and strike out across the field.
Uncle Zed then went on finishing his preparations for meeting.
As Dorian walked across the field, he did think of what Uncle Zed had said to him.

Dorian had built his castles, had dreamed his dreams; but never before had the ideas presented to him by Uncle Zed that afternoon ever entered in them.

The good old man had seemed so eager to pass on to the young man an unfulfilled work, yes, a high, noble work.

Dorian caught a glimpse of the greatness of it and the glory of it that afternoon, and his soul was thrilled.

Was he equal to such a task ?...