As the afternoon had waned, we suggested driving him home. He assented, putting on his famous high hat and a pair of black gloves, and we clattered down the five flights together, the air seeming fairly saturated with his presence. Entering the one-horse victoria which had brought us from the hotel, I had to sit on the _strapontin_, about which I festooned myself as best I could. To my astonishment, our appearance did not seem to create much commotion in the Quartier, though I knew how exotic we must look. We drove through a round porte-cochère, which was the entrance to a sort of tunnel; at the end of it we emerged into a courtyard flanked by the little house Whistler occupied. On reaching his home, the master insisted on our coming in to see it. We found it rather gloomy, with a garden in the rear, which was shown with great pride. There were a few pictures on the walls. The cloth was spread on the dining-table, and many dishes and plates were stacked in the middle. The good-bys were said, with an invitation extended to visit his studio again on our next trip. We had had a memorable visit with him, and were taking away with us impressions of the real Whistler--the Whistler whom the world at large knew not, the kind, genial, courteous, humanly sorrowful, and sorrowing man of genius. [Illustration] [Illustration: DOWN·TOWN IN NEW·YORK LOWER MANHATTAN, FROM THE HUDSON, OR NORTH, RIVER] [Illustration: BROAD STREET, LOOKING NORTH TO WALL STREET The portico of the Stock Exchange is at the left, a part of the portico of the Sub-Treasury is seen at Wall and Nassau Streets, and the crowd in the street, at the right, is the outdoor exchange known as “The Curb.”] [Illustration: CORTLANDT STREET, LOOKING EAST FROM THE FERRY The Hudson Terminal is seen at the left, and the Investment Building and Singer Tower at the right.] [Illustration: LOWER BROADWAY, FROM THE POST-OFFICE The portico of St. Paul’s is in the foreground, and the Singer Tower in the distance.] [Illustration] THE BOOK OF HIS HEART BY ALLAN UPDEGRAFF Author of “The Siren of the Air,” etc. WITH A PICTURE BY HERMAN PFEIFER On Monday, April 11, Mr. Francis wrote in the book: “She was in again to-day. Dressed quite different from the first time. Not expensive, but tasteful and excellent. Took samples of blue pongee and _crêpe de chine_. I said I thought that delicate new London mist would become her better. She thanked me, and let me give her a sample of that. She showed a knowledge of silks that was most pleasing, considering the general ignorance among women on such subjects. We talked about some things not important enough to mention here. ‘All are architects of Fate, Working in these walls of time.’ _Longfellow._”