The thought of its loneliness, now that its master was dead and we were leaving it, perhaps forever, brought sad feelings to my heart.

How calmly the old pines whispered together as we walked down the road that morning I shall not soon forget.
We reached the American metropolis early in October, three years after my first arrival there from England.

I rented comfortable apartments on Fifth Avenue, near Madison Square.

As soon as Rayel had recovered from the fatigue and excitement of the trip, we set about unpacking his pictures and getting them framed.

Our lightest room was reserved for a studio, and the paintings were hung under Rayel's direction.
We were scarcely settled in our new home when we received an unexpected call from a newspaper reporter.