And lively as my interest, my scientific curiosity, were⁠—I was conscious suddenly of acute depression. Beautiful, wondrously beautiful this place was⁠—and yet in its wonder dwelt a keen edge of menace, of unease⁠—of inexplicable, inhuman woe; as though in a secret garden of God a soul should sense upon it the gaze of some lurking spirit of evil which some way, somehow, had crept into the sanctuary and only bided its time to spring.