In ten days--in two weeks at most--to Edinburgh--" Strickland left him figuring and, rising, went to the window.

He saw the great cedar, and in mind the pilgrim who planted it there.

All the pilgrims--all the crusaders--all the men in Plutarch; the long frieze of them, the full ocean of them ...

all the self-search, dressed as search of another.

"I, too, I doubt not--I, too!" Buried scenes in his own life rose before Strickland.