The views he let me have of himself were like those glimpses through the shifting rents in a thick fog--bits of vivid and vanishing detail, giving no connected idea of the general aspect of a country.

They fed one's curiosity without satisfying it; they were no good for purposes of orientation.

Upon the whole he was misleading.

That's how I summed him up to myself after he left me late in the evening.

I had been staying at the Malabar House for a few days, and on my pressing invitation he dined with me there.'.