 In imagination, he was outside, staring in. The rain was on him, the wind at him, and the taper-dotted darkness inside was inviting. Waltzes were being danced, tall, thin figures pirouetted to outlandish music, stars of light flickered off lifted bottles, small clods of earth crumbled from casks, and a spider fell and went silently legging over the floor. Timothy shivered.