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I dawdled over my work in Paris. There was pleasure in the air, a light transitory pleasure, sensual without grossness, that made your step more springy and your intelligence more alert. I was happy in the various company of my friends and, my heart filled with amiable memories of the past, I regained in spirit at least something of the glow of youth.
I thought I should be a fool to allow work to interfere with a delight in the passing moment that I might never enjoy again so fully. Isabel, Gray, Larry and I went for excursions to places of interest within convenient distance.
We went to Chantilly and Versailles, to St. Germain and Fontainebleau. Where-ever we went, we lunched well and copiously. Gray ate largely to satisfy his enormous frame and was apt to drink a little too much.
His health, whether owing to Larry's treatment or merely to the course of time, was certainly improved. He ceased to have racking headaches and his eyes were losing the look of bewilderment that when first I saw him on coming to Paris had been so distressing. He did not talk much except now and then to tell a long-winded story, but laughed with great loud guffaws at the nonsense Isabel and I talked.