Category: Novels

An Irish Cousin; vol. 2/2

“And all talk died, as in a grove all song Beneath the shadow of some bird of prey; Then a long silence came upon the hall, And Modred thought, ‘The time is hard at hand.’”

Chapters

1. CHAPTER II.

2. CHAPTER III.

3. CHAPTER IV.

4. CHAPTER V.

5. CHAPTER VI.

6. CHAPTER VII.

7. CHAPTER VIII.

8. CHAPTER IX.

9. CHAPTER I.

10. CHAPTER II.

11. CHAPTER III.

12. CHAPTER IV.

“And all talk died, as in a grove all song Beneath the shadow of some bird of prey; Then a long silence came upon the hall, And Modred thought, ‘The time is hard at hand.’”

13. CHAPTER V.

14. CHAPTER VI.

15. CHAPTER VII.

16. CHAPTER VIII.

“The rose-winged hours that flutter in the van Of Love’s unquestioning, unrevealèd span-- Visions of golden futures; or that last Wild pageant of the accumulated past That clang...

17. CHAPTER IX.

“Not by appointment do we meet delight and joy-- They heed not our expectancy; But, at some turning in the walks of life, They on a sudden clasp us with a smile.”

18. CHAPTER X.

19. CHAPTER II.

We were at supper. The chaperons had at length completed their well-earned repast, and had returned, flushed and loquacious, to the dancing-room, yielding their places to the hu...

20. CHAPTER III.

“The supper’s put great heart into them,” little Dr. Kelly remarked confidentially to Willy, as he passed us, leading a stout elderly matron forth to the dance. The chaperons, w...

21. CHAPTER IV.

The old graveyard on the promontory was at most times the forlornest and least frequented spot about Durrus. The dead people who lay in crowded slumber within the narrow limits...

22. CHAPTER V.

I went on with my lunch without speaking. These pleasantries on my uncle’s part were not uncommon, and, as there was no mistaking whither they all tended, I hated and dreaded th...

23. CHAPTER VI.

Most girls at three and twenty believe that they have explored their own characters, and know pretty accurately their emotional capabilities. They have always been taking soundi...

24. CHAPTER VII.

The fire in the library was dying out. I had been sitting on the hearthrug in front of it for some time, with my elbows resting on the seat of a low armchair, from whose depths...

25. CHAPTER VIII.

I do not often get a headache, but the one which woke me next morning seemed determined to bring my average of pain up to the level of that of less fortunate people. All day lon...

26. CHAPTER IX.

Wednesday was the Burkes’ At Home day. They were the only people in the country who had taken to themselves a “day,” and to go and see them, and to eat their peculiarly admirabl...

27. CHAPTER I.

Aunt Jane’s answer to my letter had come. It had been much what I expected it would be; she said she would be satisfied to see me back at any time I saw fit to come, and she eve...

28. CHAPTER II.

I lay awake for a long time after I got into bed, and I had not been long asleep when some sound wakened me. I was at first not sorry to awake; I had been sleeping uneasily and...

29. CHAPTER III.

“Faith, I don’t know anny more than yourself, miss. ’Twas twelve o’clock last night when he come home, and Tom says the mare was in such a sweat when he brought her in that he t...

30. CHAPTER IV.

“And all talk died, as in a grove all song Beneath the shadow of some bird of prey; Then a long silence came upon the hall, And Modred thought, ‘The time is hard at hand.’”

31. CHAPTER V.

My uncle stood looking at him, the blood mounting in dark waves to his pale face, till I should scarcely have known him. He made a stammering attempt to speak, and moved some st...

32. CHAPTER VI.

The postmaster at Rathbarry was evidently not in the habit of despatching many telegrams. He was now standing in the street, scratching his red beard, and looking thoughtfully u...

33. CHAPTER VII.

I dressed as quickly as I could, and, when I came downstairs, found that Dr. Kelly was already with my uncle. I rang the bell, and, after an unusual delay, Roche answered it.

34. CHAPTER VIII.

“The rose-winged hours that flutter in the van Of Love’s unquestioning, unrevealèd span-- Visions of golden futures; or that last Wild pageant of the accumulated past That clang...

35. CHAPTER IX.

“Not by appointment do we meet delight and joy-- They heed not our expectancy; But, at some turning in the walks of life, They on a sudden clasp us with a smile.”

36. CHAPTER X.

The tears crept to my eyes, and, standing there unshed, blurred the closely written lines, as I read them, and heard in every sentence Willy’s voice telling me the miserable sto...