The light was pleasant upon the wet streets and the long stacks of building and the rolling clouds; and the change in the air was most soothing and mild after the morning's harsh breath.

Winthrop tasted and felt it as he walked up the street; but how can the outer world be enjoyed by a man to whom the world is all outer?
It only quickened his sense of the necessity there was he should find another climate for his mind to live in.

But his body was in no state to carry him about to make discoveries.

He must care for that in the first place.

After some inquiries and wandering about, he at last made his way into Bank St.and found an eating-house, very near the scene of his morning's disaster.