Henry James: The Ambassadors

He wasn’t there for his own profit – not, that is, the direct; he was there on some chance of feeling the brush of the wing of the stray spirit of youth. He felt it in fact, he had it beside him; the old arcade indeed, as his inner sense listened, gave out the faint sound, as from far-⁠off, of the wild waving of wings.

– Henry James, The Ambassadors