midday
The mind of Max was a complex study as he worked with his new-found vehemence , expressing or crushing a thought with each bold stroke . He prided himself upon his powers of self-analysis ; and , being possessed as well of honesty and of a measure of common sense , the mental picture that confronted him was scarcely pleasant seeing . Doubt of himself -- of his own omnipotence -- had assailed him ; and , being young , being spoiled of the world , it found expression in bitter resentment . Having continued his onslaught upon the canvas until midday was close at hand , he suddenly astonished the unoffending Blake by flinging his charcoal from him to the furthest end of the room , where it broke rudely against the spotless wall-paper . `` God bless my soul ! '' Blake turned , to see an angry figure striding to the window , his hair ruffled , his hands thrust deep into his trouser pockets . `` What in God 's name is the matter with you ? ''