FREE BOOKS

Author's List




PREV.   NEXT  
|<   126   127   128   129   130   131   132   133   134   135   136   137   138   139   140   141   142   143   144   145   146   147   148   149   150  
151   152   153   154   155   156   157   158   159   160   161   162   163   164   165   166   167   168   169   170   171   172   173   174   175   >>   >|  
se moments of irreverence; as, for instance, on one occasion when he had spoken of Mr. Louis N. Parker's noble picture-play, "Joseph and his Brethren," quite shortly as "Jos. Bros." "I will carry you home," he said gently. "Tell me where you live, Little Grey Woman." She smiled up at him bravely. "The Manor House," she said. His voice became yet more gentle. "And now tell me your income," he whispered; and his whole being trembled with emotion as he waited for her reply. [_Mrs. Barclay. There! That's the end of the chapter. Now it's your turn._ _Hall Caine_ (waking up). _I don't know if I told you that in my last great work of the imagination, in which I collaborated with the Bishop of London, I wrote throughout in the first person. Nearly a million copies were sold, thus showing that the heart of the great public approved of my method of telling my story through the mouth of a young and innocent girl, exposed to great temptation. I should wish, therefore, to repeat that method in this story, if you could so arrange it._ _Mrs. Barclay. But that's easy. The Little Grey Woman shall tell Dr. Dick the story of her first marriage. I did that in my last book, "The Broken Halo," now in its two hundredth edition._ _Hall Caine_ (annoyed). _Tut!_] CHAPTER II UNDER THE CEDAR (MRS. BARCLAY _continues_) They were having tea in the garden--the Little Grey Woman and Dr. Dick. More than six months had elapsed since the accident outside the church, and Dr. Dick still remained on at the Manor House in charge of his patient, wishing to be handy in case the old sprain came on again suddenly. She was eighty-two and had twelve thousand a year. On the lawn a thrush was singing. "How fresh and green the world is to-day," sighed Dr. Dick, leaning back and exhaling youth. "As the curate used to say to my Aunt Louisa, 'A delightful shower after the rain.'" He laughed merrily, and threw a crumb at the thrush with the perfect aim of a good cricketer throwing the ball at the wickets. "My dear boy," said the Little Grey Woman, "the world is always fresh and green to youth like yours. But to an old woman like me----" "Not old," said Dick, with an ardent glance; "only eighty-two. Mrs. Beauchamp, will you marry me?" She looked at him with a sad but tender smile. "What _would_ my friends say?" she asked. "Bother your friends." "My dear boy, you would be considerably surprised if you could glance through an ap
PREV.   NEXT  
|<   126   127   128   129   130   131   132   133   134   135   136   137   138   139   140   141   142   143   144   145   146   147   148   149   150  
151   152   153   154   155   156   157   158   159   160   161   162   163   164   165   166   167   168   169   170   171   172   173   174   175   >>   >|  



Top keywords:
Little
 

eighty

 

Barclay

 
method
 

friends

 

glance

 

thrush

 

suddenly

 

twelve

 

thousand


accident

 
garden
 

BARCLAY

 
continues
 
months
 

elapsed

 

patient

 

charge

 

wishing

 

remained


church

 

sprain

 

ardent

 

Beauchamp

 

cricketer

 
throwing
 

wickets

 

looked

 

Bother

 

considerably


surprised

 

tender

 
curate
 

exhaling

 

sighed

 

leaning

 

Louisa

 

merrily

 

perfect

 

laughed


delightful
 
shower
 

singing

 

gentle

 

income

 
whispered
 

smiled

 
bravely
 
moments
 

chapter