6/17 "May I have some tea ?" Gloomily the artist poured him out a cup of tea; gloomily he watched him drink it. Heedless of his gloom, Mr.James plunged into an account of his stay in Scotland, telling of the country, the food, and the people with an agreeable, racy vivacity. Slowly the great cloud lifted from Hilary Vance's ample face. He grew interested; he asked questions; at last he said firmly: "I must go to Scotland. Nature--Nature pure and undenied is what my seared soul needs." "It wouldn't be a bad idea," said Mr.James. |