Hesta was so much in Richard's blood that he lost all liberty of thought and action. He belonged to her, body and soul. England, Scandinavia, the perils of the sea and the degradation of Parisian brothels all faded into insignificance as he found happiness in Montparnasse, shedding his illusions in an obsessive love for a pretty music student. But could Hesta replace Richard's need to write, or his ambition to reach out from under the shadow of a famous father and find his own success?
Hesta was so much in Richard's blood that he lost all liberty of thought and action. He belonged to her, body and soul. England, Scandinavia, the perils of the sea and the degradation of Parisian brothels all faded into insignificance as he found happiness in Montparnasse, shedding his illusions in an obsessive love for a pretty music student. But could Hesta replace Richard's need to write, or his ambition to reach out from under the shadow of a famous father and find his own success?