FREE BOOKS

Author's List




PREV.   NEXT  
|<   103   104   105   106   107   108   109   110   111   112   113   114   115   116   117   118   119   120   121   122   123   124   125   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   >>   >|  
appened to be in a specially good humour. "Have you done the article?" she said. "Yes," replied Florence, in a low voice. "I am glad of it. I felt quite uneasy about you. You seemed so unwilling to do such a simple thing last night." "It was not at all a simple thing to me. I am no good at anything except fiction." Edith gave her foot an impatient stamp. "Don't talk rubbish," she said; "you know perfectly well that your style must come to your aid in whatever you try to write. Then your fiction is not so remarkable for plot as for the careful development of character and your pithy remarks. Your powers of epigram would be abundantly brought to the fore in such a subject as Tom asked you to write about. But never mind, my dear, it is your pleasure to duplicate yourself--I do not think it is at all a worldly-wise habit; but, of course, that is your affair. Now come into the dining-saloon at once. I have good news for you. Tom has obtained tickets for us all three to see Irving in his great piece--'The Bells.'" Florence certainly was cheered up by this news. She wanted to forget herself, to forget the miserable article which she vainly and without real knowledge of the ordinary duties of an editor hoped that Tom Franks would not even read. She ate her dinner with appetite, and went upstairs to her room in high good humour. Her means were sufficiently good to enable her to dress prettily, and she, Edith, and Tom found themselves just before the curtain rose in comfortable stalls at the theatre. Franks was in an excellent humour and in high spirits. He chatted merrily to both girls, and Florence had never looked better. Franks gave her a glance of downright admiration from time to time. Suddenly he bent forward and whispered to her: "What about my article?" "I posted it to you some hours ago," she answered. "Ah! that is good." A smile of contentment played round his lips. "I look forward most eagerly to reading it in the morning," he said: "it will be at my office by the first post, of course." "I suppose so," said Florence, in a listless voice. Her gaiety and good humour suddenly deserted her. The play proceeded; Edith was all critical attention, Franks also warmly approved, and Florence forgot herself in her absorbing interest. But between the acts the thought of her miserable schoolgirl essay came back to haunt her. Just before the curtain rose for the final act she touched Franks on his sleeve.
PREV.   NEXT  
|<   103   104   105   106   107   108   109   110   111   112   113   114   115   116   117   118   119   120   121   122   123   124   125   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   >>   >|  



Top keywords:
Franks
 

Florence

 

humour

 
article
 

fiction

 

curtain

 

forward

 

simple

 

miserable

 

forget


admiration

 
merrily
 

glance

 
Suddenly
 
downright
 

looked

 

sufficiently

 

upstairs

 

dinner

 

sleeve


appetite

 

enable

 

theatre

 

excellent

 

spirits

 
stalls
 

comfortable

 

prettily

 

chatted

 

attention


touched

 

warmly

 
approved
 

critical

 

proceeded

 

gaiety

 

suddenly

 

deserted

 

forgot

 

schoolgirl


thought
 
absorbing
 

interest

 

listless

 

suppose

 
contentment
 

played

 
answered
 
posted
 

morning