“The aging Peter, in his room in Small’s Hotel, brings to mind this
scene from his past: On Main Street at night, a gentle breeze is blowing,
as in chapters 25, 26, and 27. There he sees the Glynn twins and . . .
himself, young Peter! The three of them are walking . . . no, no,
they are waltzing, three pure souls dancing in the night air. He
watches the three of them walking, and waltzing, and feels the bittersweet
pain of nostalgia, and hears, in the distance, ringing bells: a new day
has begun for him.”