Such a thing was wholly unknown to him; there had been no music in his meager life.

Unlike the tale, it was the Princess Bedrulbudour who had brought him to the enchanted cave, and that--for Bibbs--was what made its magic dazing.

It seemed to him a long, long time since he had been walking home drearily from Dr.Gurney's office; it seemed to him that he had set out upon a happy journey since then, and that he had reached another planet, where Mary Vertrees and he sat alone together listening to a vast choiring of invisible soldiers and holy angels.

There were armies of voices about them singing praise and thanksgiving; and yet they were alone.

It was incredible that the walls of the church were not the boundaries of the universe, to remain so for ever; incredible that there was a smoky street just yonder, where housemaids were bringing in evening papers from front steps and where children were taking their last spins on roller-skates before being haled indoors for dinner.
He had a curious sense of communication with his new friend.