CHAPTER XI

FAREWELL TO TAPESTRIES! Hans had, during these three days, been in a strange mood. All his life he had been subject to overwhelming times of lethargy--not laziness, not idleness, but conditions that were dreamlike, submerged beneath long shadows, as it seemed to him, of green and purple colour, when everything was dim to him, when he wrote but scarcely knew what it was that he was writing, when figures moved before him like ghosts, and the hours flew before his eyes like scraps of paper. Now that he was old these m…