The rosaries, too, which he said constantly--for he carried his beads loose in his trousers' pockets that he might tell them as he walked the streets--transformed themselves into coronals of flowers of such vague unearthly texture that they seemed to him as hueless and odourless as they were nameless. They stood on the steps of the tram, he on the upper, she on the lower. He peered out for an instant over the coverlet and saw the yellow curtains round and before his bed that shut him off on all sides. Oh, she was glad I was there! What I felt the next day was, I suppose, nothing that could be fairly called a reaction from the cheer of my arrival; it was probably at the most only a slight oppression produced by a fuller measure of the scale, as I walked round them, gazed up at them, took them in, of my new circumstances.