Gwynplaine trembled from head to foot.
Then he recovered himself.
"Yes," he said.
Barkilphedro, smiling, bowed, placed the casket under his cloak, and left the room.
CHAPTER V.
WE THINK WE REMEMBER; WE FORGET.
Whence arise those strange, visible changes which occur in the soul of man?
Gwynplaine had been at the same moment raised to a summit and cast into an abyss.
His head swam with double giddiness—the giddiness of ascent and descent. A fatal combination.