“All was dark as he stepped into a room or passage, he knew not which.  He walked on a little way, then he stopped, for he faintly heard the sound of music.  The sweet strains grew longer and louder, drawing him along till he came to a large hall where an organ was being played by a master.  Here he stayed to listen and to wonder, spell-bound by the strange high music;—­now swelling to a triumph, now sinking to a soft echo; now it told of gladness, and again of sorrow.  Then it changed to a solemn, stately march; then there was a sound of rippling sweetness, ending in a lullaby so soothing that he fell fast asleep.

“When he awoke he was in his cell; the door was gone and the mystic hall had vanished.  He went into his garden, and heard for the first time the sweet song of birds, the hum of insects, and the soft sound of flowing water from the marble fountain.  He heard the swaying of the wind among the leaves and branches of the trees, and the sound of his own footsteps on the path.

“‘Now for the last door,’ he said, as he opened it, and was dazzled by a flood of light which nearly blinded him. Sight, which had been before but faint and dim, now became clear and open.  He found himself in his old room of taste; but instead of the walls were crystal windows, and his table of fruits and food looked small in the midst of the vast space.  He turned into his garden:  what a change was there!  He saw that the roses were a deep, deep red, and pink, and yellow, and white; that the flowers were of every hue and shade of colour, and the trees of varying green.

“Now he saw the birds whose sweet songs he had often heard, some in bright plumage, and others of graver colours.

“He saw the insects flying about with whose soft hum he was familiar; some too of whose existence he knew nothing before—­the noiseless butterflies of brown and gold, of deep orange or pale yellow, of azure blue or cream and brown and crimson.

“He saw the darting dragon-fly, shining in black and blue, with gauzy wings of pearly tints; and other insects brilliant with many colours, shining or dusky, flitting by or crawling along the ground.

“Tired out at last with all these wonders, he went back to his cell and slept.

“He awoke thinking, ‘There are now no new doors to open;’ but when he turned to the wall on the opposite side, he saw a door that he had not noticed before.

“He went up to it, but it was bolted and barred from without, and the key was in the lock on the outside.  ’That door is not meant for me to open,’ he said; and he went once more into his garden.  The high walls were gone, the room with the crystal windows had vanished, but the senses of taste, of smell, of touch, of hearing, and of sight remained.

“He could now go where he liked.  He saw the meadows whose sweet smell of newly-mown grass had delighted him in his garden; and he wandered down to the shore, where he felt again the strength of the sea-breeze.  He heard with awe the sound of many waters as myriad waves dashed against the rocky coast—­those same waves which farther along, as the shore became sandy, rippled out in the lowest murmurs.  In the caves, too, he saw new forms of life—­the many-coloured sea-anemones, sea-weeds, shells; and in the sea itself fishes shining like mother-of pearl.