Publisher's Synopsis
-I come at this hour, - he said slowly, -because the view does not attract me so much at any other time. It is only when the twilight falls that one can see-properly.- The newcomer took his pipe from his mouth. -You must have marvelous eyesight, my young friend, - he remarked. -To me everything seems blurred and uncertain.- -You don't understand!- said the boy impatiently. -I do not come here to see the things that anyone can see at any hour of the day. There is nothing satisfying in that. I come here to look down and see the things which do not really exist. It is easy enough when one is alone, - he added, a little pointedly. The newcomer laughed softly-there was more banter than humor in his mirth. -So my company displeases you, - he remarked. -Do you know that I have the right to tell you to get up, and never to pass through that gate again?- The boy shrugged his shoulders.
