All was dark and quiet as an opened tomb. But the air was filled with grim, burning passion , which was to light and sound what light itself is to opaque colour. Nightspore pressed his hand to his heart. He felt his person far more vividly and distinctly than if he had been able to see him. Go in, and lose no time, Nightspore. . . .
Time here is more precious than on earth.
We can't squander the minutes. There are terrible and tragic affairs to attend to, which won't wait for us. . . Go in at once. Stop for nothing. There is only one way.