" How exquisite it all is in this exquisite night! And when was there time for that cloud-shell to form? Just now I looked at the sky, and there was nothing in it--only two white streaks.

Yes, and so imperceptibly too my views of life changed!" He went out of the meadow and walked along the highroad towards the village.

A slight wind arose, and the sky looked gray and sullen.

The gloomy moment had come that usually precedes the dawn, the full triumph of light over darkness.