Jacob's Room

Slowly welling from the point of her gold nib, pale blue ink dissolved the full stop; for there her pen stuck; her eyes fixed, and tears slowly filled them. The entire bay quivered; the lighthouse wobbled; and she had the illusion that the mast of Mr. Connor's little yacht was bending like a wax candle in the sun. She winked quickly. Accidents were awful things. She winked again. The mast was straight; the waves were regular; the lighthouse was upright; but the blot had spread. "e; nothing for it but to leave,"e; she read. "e;Well, if Jacob doesn't want to play"e; (the shadow of Archer, her eldest son, fell across the notepaper and looked blue on the sand, and she felt chilly it was the third of September already), "e;if Jacob doesn't want to play"e; what a horrid blot! It must be getting late. "e;Over there by the rock,"e; Steele muttered, with his brush between his teeth, squeezing out raw sienna, and keeping his eyes fixed on Betty Flanders's back. "e;Ja cob! Ja cob!"e; shouted Archer, lagging on after a second. The voice had an extraordinary sadness. Pure from all body, pure from all passion, going out into the world, soli-tary, unanswered, breaking against rocks so it sounded. Steele frowned; but was pleased by the effect of the black it was just THAT note which brought the rest to-gether. "e;Ah, one may learn to paint at fifty! There's Ti-tian "e; and so, having found the right tint, up he looked and saw to his horror a cloud over the bay.