Notebooks, and books with paper-cutters in them for book-marks, he laid in careful disorder.

"Symbol of work," he said, smiling, as he placed an old folio, open, on a chair.

Then he passed into his bedroom.

With a wet sponge he freshened up the marble of the dresser, then he smoothed the bed cover, straightened his photographs and engravings, and went into the bathroom.

Here he paused, disheartened.