colours--that was "Time, Death, and Judgment." Music, after all, is
nearer to the soul of the intuitive man than any of the arts, and Watts
felt this deeply. He also had considerable dramatic talent.

In 1864 some friends found for Watts a bride in the person of Miss Ellen
Terry. The painter and the youthful actress were married in Kensington
in February of that year, and Watts took over Little Holland House. The
marriage, however, was irksome, both to the middle-aged painter and the
vivacious child of sixteen, whose words, taken from her autobiography,
are the best comment we possess on this incident:

"Many inaccurate stories have been told of my brief married
life, and I have never contradicted them--they were so
manifestly absurd. Those who can imagine the surroundings into
which I, a raw girl, undeveloped in all except my training as
an actress, was thrown, can imagine the situation.... I
wondered at the new life and worshipped it because of its
beauty. When it suddenly came to an end I was thunderstruck;
and refused at first to consent to the separation which was
arranged for me in much the same way as my marriage had
been.... There were no vulgar accusations on either side, and
the words I read in the deed of separation, 'incompatibility
of temper,' more than covered the ground. Truer still would
have been 'incompatibility of _occupation_,' and the
interference of well-meaning friends.

"'The marriage was not a happy one,' they will probably say
after my death, and I forestall them by saying that it was in
many ways very happy indeed. What bitterness there was effaced
itself in a very remarkable way." (_The Story of My Life_,