The impression of the morning was always enough for a day's meditation.

The green colour and the crimson athwart it, and higher up the pinky lights, flamingo feathers, on a warm half-circle of heaven, in hue between amethyst and milky opal; then the rim of the sun's disc not yet severe; and then the monstrous shadow of tall Schwartz darting at me along the sand, then the princess.

This picture, seen at sunrise, lasted till I slept.

It stirred no thoughts, conjured no images, it possessed me.

In the afternoon the margravine accompanied the princess to a point facing seaward, within hearing of the military band.