A little while before, Angela Blue at Eugene's earnest solicitation¹ had paid her first Fall visit to Chicago. She had made a special effort to come, lured² by a certain poignancy³ of expression which he could give to any thought, particularly when it concerned his desires. In addition to the art of drawing he had the gift of writing—very slow in its development from a structural⁴ and interpretative point of view, but powerful already on its descriptive side. He could describe anything, people, houses, horses, dogs, landscapes, much as he could draw them and give a sense of tenderness and pathos⁵ in the bargain which was moving. He could describe city scenes and the personal atmosphere which surrounded him in the most alluring⁶ fashion. He had little time to write, but he took it in this instance to tell this girl what he was doing and how he was doing it. She was captivated by the quality of the world in which he was moving, and the distinction of his own personality, which he indicated rather indirectly⁷ than otherwise. By contrast her own little world began to look very shabby indeed.