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How
different
it
was
with
material
things
!
Where
had
they
passed
to
?
Where
was
the
great
crocus-coloured
robe
,
on
which
the
gods
fought
against
the
giants
,
that
had
been
worked
by
brown
girls
for
the
pleasure
of
Athena
?
Where
,
the
huge
velarium
that
Nero
had
stretched
across
the
Colosseum
at
Rome
,
that
Titan
sail
of
purple
on
which
was
represented
the
starry
sky
,
and
Apollo
driving
a
chariot
drawn
by
white
gilt-reined
steeds
?
He
longed
to
see
the
curious
table-napkins
wrought
for
the
Priest
of
the
Sun
,
on
which
were
displayed
all
the
dainties
and
viands
that
could
be
wanted
for
a
feast
;
the
mortuary
cloth
of
King
Chilperic
,
with
its
three
hundred
golden
bees
;
the
fantastic
robes
that
excited
the
indignation
of
the
Bishop
of
Pontus
,
and
were
figured
with
"
lions
,
panthers
,
bears
,
dogs
,
forests
,
rocks
,
hunters
--
all
,
in
fact
,
that
a
painter
can
copy
from
nature
;
"
and
the
coat
that
Charles
of
Orleans
once
wore
,
on
the
sleeves
of
which
were
embroidered
the
verses
of
a
song
beginning
"
Madame
,
je
suis
tout
joyeux
,
"
the
musical
accompaniment
of
the
words
being
wrought
in
gold
thread
,
and
each
note
,
of
square
shape
in
those
days
,
formed
with
four
pearls
.
He
read
of
the
room
that
was
prepared
at
the
palace
at
Rheims
for
the
use
of
Queen
Joan
of
Burgundy
,
and
was
decorated
with
"
thirteen
hundred
and
twenty-one
parrots
,
made
in
broidery
,
and
blazoned
with
the
king
's
arms
,
and
five
hundred
and
sixty-one
butterflies
,
whose
wings
were
similarly
ornamented
with
the
arms
of
the
queen
,
the
whole
worked
in
gold
.
"
Catherine
de
Médicis
had
a
mourning-bed
made
for
her
of
black
velvet
powdered
with
crescents
and
suns
.
Its
curtains
were
of
damask
,
with
leafy
wreaths
and
garlands
,
figured
upon
a
gold
and
silver
ground
,
and
fringed
along
the
edges
with
broideries
of
pearls
,
and
it
stood
in
a
room
hung
with
rows
of
the
queen
's
devices
in
cut
black
velvet
upon
cloth
of
silver
.
Louis
XIV
.
had
gold
embroidered
caryatides
fifteen
feet
high
in
his
apartment
.
The
state
bed
of
Sobieski
,
King
of
Poland
,
was
made
of
Smyrna
gold
brocade
embroidered
in
turquoises
with
verses
from
the
Koran
.
Its
supports
were
of
silver
gilt
,
beautifully
chased
,
and
profusely
set
with
enamelled
and
jewelled
medallions
.
It
had
been
taken
from
the
Turkish
camp
before
Vienna
,
and
the
standard
of
Mohammed
had
stood
beneath
the
tremulous
gilt
of
its
canopy
.
And
so
,
for
a
whole
year
,
he
sought
to
accumulate
the
most
exquisite
specimens
that
he
could
find
of
textile
and
embroidered
work
,
getting
the
dainty
Delhi
muslins
,
finely
wrought
with
gold-thread
palmates
,
and
stitched
over
with
iridescent
beetles
'
wings
;
the
Dacca
gauzes
,
that
from
their
transparency
are
known
in
the
East
as
"
woven
air
,
"
and
"
running
water
,
"
and
"
evening
dew
"
;
strange
figured
cloths
from
Java
;
elaborate
yellow
Chinese
hangings
;
books
bound
in
tawny
satins
or
fair
blue
silks
,
and
wrought
with
fleurs
de
lys
,
birds
,
and
images
;
veils
of
lacis
worked
in
Hungary
point
;
Sicilian
brocades
,
and
stiff
Spanish
velvets
;
Georgian
work
with
its
gilt
coins
,
and
Japanese
Foukousas
with
their
green-toned
golds
and
their
marvellously-plumaged
birds
.
He
had
a
special
passion
,
also
,
for
ecclesiastical
vestments
,
as
indeed
he
had
for
everything
connected
with
the
service
of
the
Church
.
In
the
long
cedar
chests
that
lined
the
west
gallery
of
his
house
he
had
stored
away
many
rare
and
beautiful
specimens
of
what
is
really
the
raiment
of
the
Bride
of
Christ
,
who
must
wear
purple
and
jewels
and
fine
linen
that
she
may
hide
the
pallid
macerated
body
that
is
worn
by
the
suffering
that
she
seeks
for
,
and
wounded
by
self-inflicted
pain
.
He
possessed
a
gorgeous
cope
of
crimson
silk
and
gold-thread
damask
,
figured
with
a
repeating
pattern
of
golden
pomegranates
set
in
six-petalled
formal
blossoms
,
beyond
which
on
either
side
was
the
pine-apple
device
wrought
in
seed-pearls
.
The
orphreys
were
divided
into
panels
representing
scenes
from
the
life
of
the
Virgin
,
and
the
coronation
of
the
Virgin
was
figured
in
coloured
silks
upon
the
hood
.
This
was
Italian
work
of
the
fifteenth
century
.
Another
cope
was
of
green
velvet
,
embroidered
with
heart-shaped
groups
of
acanthus-leaves
,
from
which
spread
long-stemmed
white
blossoms
,
the
details
of
which
were
picked
out
with
silver
thread
and
coloured
crystals
.
The
morse
bore
a
seraph
's
head
in
gold-thread
raised
work
.
The
orphreys
were
woven
in
a
diaper
of
red
and
gold
silk
,
and
were
starred
with
medallions
of
many
saints
and
martyrs
,
among
whom
was
St.
Sebastian
.
He
had
chasubles
,
also
,
of
amber-coloured
silk
,
and
blue
silk
and
gold
brocade
,
and
yellow
silk
damask
and
cloth
of
gold
,
figured
with
representations
of
the
Passion
and
Crucifixion
of
Christ
,
and
embroidered
with
lions
and
peacocks
and
other
emblems
;
dalmatics
of
white
satin
and
pink
silk
damask
,
decorated
with
tulips
and
dolphins
and
fleurs
de
lys
;
altar
frontals
of
crimson
velvet
and
blue
linen
;
and
many
corporals
,
chalice-veils
,
and
sudaria
.
In
the
mystic
offices
to
which
such
things
were
put
,
there
was
something
that
quickened
his
imagination
.
For
these
treasures
,
and
everything
that
he
collected
in
his
lovely
house
,
were
to
be
to
him
means
of
forgetfulness
,
modes
by
which
he
could
escape
,
for
a
season
,
from
the
fear
that
seemed
to
him
at
times
to
be
almost
too
great
to
be
borne
.
Upon
the
walls
of
the
lonely
locked
room
where
he
had
spent
so
much
of
his
boyhood
,
he
had
hung
with
his
own
hands
the
terrible
portrait
whose
changing
features
showed
him
the
real
degradation
of
his
life
,
and
in
front
of
it
had
draped
the
purple-and-gold
pall
as
a
curtain
.
For
weeks
he
would
not
go
there
,
would
forget
the
hideous
painted
thing
,
and
get
back
his
light
heart
,
his
wonderful
joyousness
,
his
passionate
absorption
in
mere
existence
.
Then
,
suddenly
,
some
night
he
would
creep
out
of
the
house
,
go
down
to
dreadful
places
near
Blue
Gate
Fields
,
and
stay
there
,
day
after
day
,
until
he
was
driven
away
.
On
his
return
he
would
sit
in
front
of
the
picture
,
sometimes
loathing
it
and
himself
,
but
filled
,
at
other
times
,
with
that
pride
of
individualism
that
is
half
the
fascination
of
sin
,
and
smiling
with
secret
pleasure
,
at
the
misshapen
shadow
that
had
to
bear
the
burden
that
should
have
been
his
own
.
After
a
few
years
he
could
not
endure
to
be
long
out
of
England
,
and
gave
up
the
villa
that
he
had
shared
at
Trouville
with
Lord
Henry
,
as
well
as
the
little
white
walled-in
house
at
Algiers
where
they
had
more
than
once
spent
the
winter
.
He
hated
to
be
separated
from
the
picture
that
was
such
a
part
of
his
life
,
and
was
also
afraid
that
during
his
absence
someone
might
gain
access
to
the
room
,
in
spite
of
the
elaborate
bars
that
he
had
caused
to
be
placed
upon
the
door
.
He
was
quite
conscious
that
this
would
tell
them
nothing
.
It
was
true
that
the
portrait
still
preserved
,
under
all
the
foulness
and
ugliness
of
the
face
,
its
marked
likeness
to
himself
;
but
what
could
they
learn
from
that
?
He
would
laugh
at
anyone
who
tried
to
taunt
him
.
He
had
not
painted
it
.
What
was
it
to
him
how
vile
and
full
of
shame
it
looked
?
Even
if
he
told
them
,
would
they
believe
it
?
Yet
he
was
afraid
.
