7/21 I could make out the dim figure of a man running through the garden at the rear--that garden of which I have so often spoken. He did not try to open the gate; he climbed it, and so disappeared from sight into the alley. These were odd actions, surely; but was it my place to interfere? I saw him standing motionless in his murky study, as amiable as a statue. Would he welcome an intrusion from me now? |