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festival at a popular high school. All this, no
doubt, would have given Sonia as much pleasure
as it gave me, if her mind had been disengaged.
I noticed these sudden changes in my friend
more than once. She might be in the midst of the
most lively conversation at a party or on a journey,
apparently quite absorbed by her surroundings;
when the working fit seized her she became
quiet, her eyes wandered, her answers showed
that her mind was absent; she would say
good-bye, and no persuasion, no previous appointment,
no regard for anything else, could induce her to
remain.
We had agreed that I should join her later on,
in the place where she had settled down, with
my brother and his family. But I had scarcely
arrived there, when Sonia was called away by a
telegram to her sister in Russia, who had been
seized by a new and severe attack of her illness.
When she came back, in September, she had
her little daughter (now eight years old) with
her, and for the first time she settled down in
apartments of her own in Stockholm.
She was tired of living in a boarding-house.
Though perfectly indifferent to home comforts,
to food and to furniture, she had a great wish to
be independent, and absolute mistress of her
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