‘Abdu’l-Bahá had been all over the house. His living presence had blessed it all. In a dark corner of Juliet's whispering old studio stood a fragile armchair of black oak -- it would later be willed by her to Vincent Pleasant -- surprisingly small, with a cord across it, none ever to sit in it again, the chair of ‘Abdu’l-Bahá. He loved her studio room. He said it was eclectic, part oriental, part occidental, and that He would like to build a similar one. Here, Juliet had read in manuscript the books of her friend and neighbour Kahlil Gibran.