CHAPTER VII

* * * * * In my solitary hours thoughts crowded in upon me now so new to me that I trembled before them as might a man landed in a new planet. I could not see Haridas often. The Dunbars and Brynhild were engaged with their own work, and though we met for rides, walks, talks, I knew that was but the surface play upon very profound deeps. Therefore I observed and commented in my own mind upon what was passing around me. My painting I had laid entirely aside for the moment for it appeared t…