Summary 41-50

One day, when the narrator was walking along, he passed Charles Strickland and they arrived at the narrator's house. Strickland spoke as though the narrator were a child that needed to be distracted. he was sore, but not with him so much as with himself. He thought of the happy life that Blanche and Dirk had led in Montmartre, their simplicity, kindness and hospitality. But Strickland was indifferent to that, he had just found his hat and proposed me to look at his pictures. The narrator welcomed the opportunity. The final impression he received was of a prodigious effort to express some state of the soul and in this effect the narrator fancied. A week later he heard by chance that Strickland had gone to Marseilles. He never saw him again. In the next chapter they were told about a lofty gree island Tahiti, where narrator spent his time, writing the book. In his first day he met Captain Nicholas, who was acquainted with Charles Strickland. He told me how they had spent four months at Marseilles and how their days were occupied in the pursuit of enough money to get a night's lodging. The story-teller narrated all this as best he could, because he liked the contrast of those episodes with the life that he had seen Strickland lived in Ashley Gardens when he was occupied with stocks and shares.