He is inexhaustible.

The man is a monomaniac." "I can understand," said Durtal dreamily.

"I live in a quarter where there are a good many convents and at dawn the air is a-tingle with the vibrance of the chimes.

When I was ill I used to lie awake at night awaiting the sound of the matin bells and welcoming them as a deliverance.

In the grey light I felt that I was being cuddled by a distant and secret caress, that a lullaby was crooned over me, and a cool hand applied to my burning forehead.