That is at least how I see it to-day.
Henrietta must have been at that time a part of my wonderful notion of the lively.

And then there was another matter.

I had, within the few preceding years, come to live in London, and the "international" light lay, in those days, to my sense, thick and rich upon the scene.

It was the light in which so much of the picture hung.

But that IS another matter.