reduce to definite form the idea of his having incurred an injury, or at the best an inconvenience, that required some makeweight and deserved some amends.  And he should do this the more, which was the great point, that he should appear to adopt, in doing it, the sentiment, in fact the very conviction, entertained, and quite sufficiently expressed, by Maggie herself, in her beautiful generosity, as to what he had suffered—­putting it with extravagance—­at her hands.  If she put it with extravagance the extravagance was yet sincere, for it came—­which she put with extravagance too—­from her persistence, always, in thinking, feeling, talking about him, as young.  He had had glimpses of moments when to hear her thus, in her absolutely unforced compunction, one would have supposed the special edge of the wrong she had done him to consist in his having still before him years and years to groan under it.  She had sacrificed a parent, the pearl of parents, no older than herself:  it wouldn’t so much have mattered if he had been of common parental age.  That he wasn’t, that he was just her extraordinary equal and contemporary, this was what added to her act the long train of its effect.  Light broke for him at last, indeed, quite as a consequence of the fear of breathing a chill upon this luxuriance of her spiritual garden.  As at a turn of his labyrinth he saw his issue, which opened out so wide, for the minute, that he held his breath with wonder.  He was afterwards to recall how, just then, the autumn night seemed to clear to a view in which the whole place, everything round him, the wide terrace where he stood, the others, with their steps, below, the gardens, the park, the lake, the circling woods, lay there as under some strange midnight sun.  It all met him during these instants as a vast expanse of discovery, a world that looked, so lighted, extraordinarily new, and in which familiar objects had taken on a distinctness that, as if it had been a loud, a spoken pretension to beauty, interest, importance, to he scarce knew what, gave them an inordinate quantity of character and, verily, an inordinate size.  This hallucination, or whatever he might have called it, was brief, but it lasted long enough to leave him gasping.  The gasp of admiration had by this time, however, lost itself in an intensity that quickly followed—­the way the wonder of it, since wonder was in question, truly had been the strange delay of his vision.  He had these several days groped and groped for an object that lay at his feet and as to which his blindness came from his stupidly looking beyond.  It had sat all the while at his hearth-stone, whence it now gazed up in his face.