"What you want is a picture of him, standing back there at the other end of twenty years.

You want to look down through my memory." She dropped her hands in her lap.

"Yes, yes; that's exactly what I want." At this moment they heard the front door shut with a jar, and Wilson laughed as Mrs.Alexander rose quickly.

"There he is.

Away with perspective! No past, no future for Bartley; just the fiery moment.