nearest me across the table. He had wild hair falling about his shoulders and a face of clear beauty. His eyes, too, like all the rest, seemed shrouded by something veil-like that reminded me of the shadowy man of whom I had first inquired the way. They were shaded—and for some reason I was glad they were. 

 At the sound of my voice, unreal and thin, there was a general movement throughout the room, as though everyone changed places, passing each other like those shapes of fluid sort I had seen outside in the mist. But no answer came. It seemed to me that the mist even penetrated into the room about me and spread inwardly over my thoughts. 

 "Is this the way to the Manor House?" I asked again, louder, fighting my inward confusion and weakness. "Can no one tell me?" 

 Then apparently everyone began to answer at once, or rather, not to answer directly, but to speak to each other in such a way that I could easily overhear. The voices of the men were deep, and of the women wonderfully musical, with a slow rhythm like that of the sea, or of the wind through the pine-trees outside. But the unsatisfactory nature of what they said only helped to increase my sense of confusion and dismay. 

 "Yes," said one; "Tom Bassett was here for a while with the sheep, but his home was not here." 

 "He asks the way to a house when he does not even know the way to his own mind!" another voice said, sounding overhead it seemed. 

 "And could he recognise the signs if we told him?" came in the singing tones of a woman's voice close behind me. 

 And then, with a noise more like running water, or wind in the wings of birds, than anything else I could liken it to, came several voices together: 

 "And what sort of way does he seek? The splendid way, or merely the easy?" 

 "Or the short way of fools!" 

 "But he must have some credentials, or he never could have got as far as this," came from another. 

 A laugh ran round the room at this, though what there was to laugh at I could not imagine. It sounded like wind rushing about the hills. I got the impression too that the roof was somehow open to the sky, for their laughter had such a spacious quality in it, and the air was so cool and fresh, and moving about in currents and waves. 

 "It was I who 

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