At present there they lay in shining impersonal newness, and there for Ernest Henry they might lie for ever.
For an instant, his hand against the wall, he was straight and motionless; then he took his hand away, and his journey began.

At the first movement a strange, an amazing glory filled him.

From the instant, two years ago, of his first arrival he had been disturbed by an irritating sense of inadequacy; he had been sent, it seemed, into this new and tiresome condition of things without any fitting provisions for his real needs.

Demands were always made upon him that were, in the absurd lack of ways and means, impossible of fulfilment.

But now, at last, he was using the world as it should be used....