I did not know how to describe my state of mind.

With Douglas' vision of the country, his hopes for it, the part he wished to play, I felt my English blood stir.

But was there enough moral depth to him?
Did he reckon enough with the forces which made for culture, enlightenment?
Was he really high-minded?
Did he not have the gesture and the touch of the magician, the abandonment of the indifferent demigod--indifferent to the higher and the deeper currents of man's life?
I tried to formulate some of these nebulous ideas to Reverdy, but found myself running into denials, facts of contradiction in Douglas' attitude and thinking.

Reverdy was equally unable to state the case against Douglas, which he felt a keener critic of thought would easily do.

Meanwhile young Lamborn stood with us while we fumbled these doubtful things.