BEFORE this country was at war, a titled refugee arrived in the United States with but a single hope to solace her exile. She wanted to satisfy a lifelong desire to see the finest collection of modern art in the world, owned by Dr. Albert Coombs Barnes, of Philadelphia. She was hardly off the clipper when she wrote to Doctor Barnes. She wondered if she might have the pleasure and privilege of seeing his 200 Renoirs, 100 Cézannes, seventy-five Matisses and thirty-five Picassos and the rest of his thousand or so art treasures.
Barnes' reply was gracious in the extreme. It saddened him to be obliged to tell Her Highness that on the day she
