FREE BOOKS

Author's List




PREV.   NEXT  
|<   162   163   164   165   166   167   168   169   170   171   172   173   174   175   176   177   178   179   180   181   182   183   184   185   186  
187   188   189   190   191   192   193   194   195   196   197   198   199   200   201   202   203   204   205   206   207   208   209   210   211   >>   >|  
o on seeing him after this!" She had been talking helplessly enough before; her tone was little more broken now. "Not--not even--see him?" "How could you?" George cried. "Mother, it seems to me that if he ever set foot in this house again--oh! I can't speak of it! Could you see him, knowing what talk it makes every time he turns into this street, and knowing what that means to me? Oh, I don't understand all this--I don't! If you'd told me, a year ago, that such things were going to happen, I'd have thought you were insane--and now I believe I am!" Then, after a preliminary gesture of despair, as though he meant harm to the ceiling, he flung himself heavily, face downward, upon the bed. His anguish was none the less real for its vehemence; and the stricken lady came to him instantly and bent over him, once more enfolding him in her arms. She said nothing, but suddenly her tears fell upon his head; she saw them, and seemed to be startled. "Oh, this won't do!" she said. "I've never let you see me cry before, except when your father died. I mustn't!" And she ran from the room. ...A little while after she had gone, George rose and began solemnly to dress for dinner. At one stage of these conscientious proceedings he put on, temporarily, his long black velvet dressing-gown, and, happening to catch sight in his pier glass of the picturesque and medieval figure thus presented, he paused to regard it; and something profoundly theatrical in his nature came to the surface. His lips moved; he whispered, half-aloud, some famous fragments: "Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother, Nor customary suits of solemn black..." For, in truth, the mirrored princely image, with hair dishevelled on the white brow, and the long tragic fall of black velvet from the shoulders, had brought about (in his thought at least) some comparisons of his own times, so out of joint, with those of that other gentle prince and heir whose widowed mother was minded to marry again. "But I have that within which passeth show; These but the trappings and the suits of Woe." Not less like Hamlet did he feel and look as he sat gauntly at the dinner table with Fanny to partake of a meal throughout which neither spoke. Isabel had sent word "not to wait" for her, an injunction it was as well they obeyed, for she did not come at all. But with the renewal of sustenance furnished to his system, some relaxation must have occurred within the high-stru
PREV.   NEXT  
|<   162   163   164   165   166   167   168   169   170   171   172   173   174   175   176   177   178   179   180   181   182   183   184   185   186  
187   188   189   190   191   192   193   194   195   196   197   198   199   200   201   202   203   204   205   206   207   208   209   210   211   >>   >|  



Top keywords:
knowing
 

thought

 

mother

 
dinner
 

velvet

 

George

 

mirrored

 

princely

 

solemn

 

whispered


tragic

 
dishevelled
 

happening

 
nature
 
famous
 

paused

 

regard

 

profoundly

 

fragments

 

picturesque


customary

 

medieval

 

surface

 

presented

 

figure

 
theatrical
 

minded

 

Isabel

 

gauntly

 

partake


injunction

 

relaxation

 
occurred
 

system

 

furnished

 

obeyed

 

renewal

 

sustenance

 

gentle

 

brought


shoulders
 
comparisons
 

prince

 

trappings

 

Hamlet

 
widowed
 

dressing

 
passeth
 
things
 

happen