3/19 There one afternoon in May as we marched about enjoying ourselves, we came upon Ingersoll Armour, not in the flesh, but in half a dozen studies hanging in the least conspicuous corner and quite the worst light in the room. 'Look, they are Indian subjects. SIMLA subjects,' she went on, with excitement. 'Ninety-seven, "Kasumti Bazaar"; ninety-eight, "Clouds on the Chor"; ninety-nine, "The House of a Friend"-- Lord, what apricot blossoms! Yes, they're all Simla.' 'For goodness' sake,' said Dora, 'who painted them? |