She felt that he did not understand and said,
“Papa never tried to sell his pictures and never wanted to exhibit them. He painted them because he felt that what he had seen had to be captured and he said once that he was making time stand still for one minute in Eternity.”
“I have not felt like that since I left Oxford and became busy in the more mundane world,” the Marquis smiled.
“I don’t think that is true,” Ina replied.
“What do you mean by that?”
“I think that, if you have poetry in you, you have felt it and been aware that you should express it. That you have not done so hurt you and perhaps the world you might have given something important to.”
The Marquis looked at her in surprise, but once again she was looking up at the blossom overhead.
There was a faint breeze and now m
