He grudged everything now that kept him away from his easel.
He disappeared from the sight of his ordinary companions; he did not even seek the society of Geary or of young Haight.

All the sketches he had made for the "Last Enemy," together with his easel and his disused palette, his colour-box, tubes, brushes and all the other materials and tools for his work, he caused to be transferred to the new studio.
Besides this he had the stretcher made, best twill canvas on a frame four feet long, two and a half feet high.

This was for the large sketch of the picture.

But the finished work he calculated would demand an eight by five stretcher.
He did not think of decorating the room, of putting any ornaments about the wall.

He was too serious, too much in earnest now to think of that.
The studio was not to be his lounging place, but his workshop.