He stood instead upon the hearth rug, gazing around him.

The room, in its way, was a revelation.

Josephine, ever since their first meeting at Etaples, had always seemed to him to carry with her a faint suggestion of sadness, which everything in this little apartment seemed to contradict.

The silverpoint etchings upon the wall were of the school of Hellieu, delicate but daring, exquisite in workmanship and design, the last word in the expression of modern life and love.

A study of Psyche, in white marble, fascinated him with its wonderful outline and sense of arrested motion.