Armorel of Lyonesse: A Romance of To-day

'You've never been into her room except to see her lying dead. It's your room now. You can go in whenever you like. Always the master or the mistress has slept in that room. Whe...

'Yes? The explanation, at all events, is one that may be given in the same words--to all the world. I have no knowledge of Mrs. Feilding's friends, or of any obstacles that have...

It was a day in midwinter. Over the adjacent island of Great Britain there was either a yellow fog, or a white fog, or a black fog. Perhaps there was no fog at all, but a black...

Mr. Alec Feilding paced the thick carpet of his studio with a restless step and an unquiet mind. Never before had he faced a more gloomy outlook. Black clouds, storm and rain, e...

The last day but one! It always comes at length--it is bound to come--the saddest, the most sentimental of all days. The boy who leaves school--I speak of the old-fashioned boy...

Armorel arranged for the reading of the play one evening four or five days later. It was a short notice, but she secured the people whom she wanted most, and trusted to chance f...

The morning was bright, the sky blue, the breeze fresh--so fresh that even in the Road the sea broke over the bows and the boat ran almost gunwale under. This time the two lands...

It was the evening of a fine September day. Through the square window, built out so as to form another room almost as large as that which had been thus enlarged, the autumn sun,...

Roland, startled out of sleep by the sudden feeling of danger which always seizes us in a strange bed--except a bed at an inn--sat up and looked around him. His room was small a...

The striking of seven by the most sonorous and musical of clocks ever heard reminded Roland of the dinner-hour. At seven most of us are preparing for this function, which civili...

Not more than five minutes afterwards, Mrs. Elstree arrived upon this scene of wreck. The splintered panels, the broken lock, the axe lying on the floor, proclaimed aloud that t...

When Philippa read the announcement in the _Times_, she held her breath for a space. It was at breakfast. Her father was reading the news; she was looking through that column wh...

Mrs. Elstree took the card that the maid brought her. She started up, mechanically touched her hair--which was of the feathery and fluffy kind--and her dress, with the woman's i...

Alec Feilding--everybody, even those who had never seen him, called him Alec--stood before the fire in his own den. In his hand he held a manuscript, which he was reading with g...

One painter may make use of another man's sketches for his own pictures. The thing is conceivable, though one cannot recall, and there is no record of, any such case. It is, per...

Youth in the London lodging-house! Youth quite poor--youth ambitious--youth with a possible future--youth meditating great things! Walk along the streets of Lodging-land--there...

The train proceeded slowly along the head of Mount's Bay, the waters of the high tide washing up almost to the sleepers on the line. Armorel let down the window and looked out a...

Amid all these excitements Armorel became aware that something--something of a painful and disagreeable character, was going on with her companion. They were at this time very l...

'Well, my dear,' her mother replied, 'Mr. Jagenal is an old friend, and when----' Her voice dropped, and she did not finish the sentence. It is absurd to finish a sentence which...

'Shall we discuss Mr. Feilding any longer?' Armorel asked, with a little impatience. 'It really seems as if we had nothing to talk about but the perfections of this incomparable...

This was the first of many such voyages and travels, though not often in the outside waters, for the vexed Bermoothes themselves are not more lashed by breezes from all the quar...

'I am so very pleased to see _you_ here, Mr. Stephenson.' Mrs. Feilding welcomed him with her sweetest and most gracious smile. 'To attract our few really sincere critics--there...

Roland had moved into his new studio before Armorel became, as she had promised, his model in the new picture. She began to go there nearly every morning, accompanied by Effie,...

Half an hour later the blinds were down, the fire was brightly burning, the red firelight was merrily dancing about the room, and the table was pushed back. Then Dorcas and Just...

All day long the boat sailed about among the channels and over the shallow ledges of the Outer or Western Islands, whither no boat may reach save on such a day, so quiet and so...

The boy was not sleeping, however, and came forth slowly, but obediently, in rustic fashion. He was a little older than most of those who still permit themselves to be called bo...

If Mrs. Elstree was Armorel's official and authorised companion, her private unpaid companion was Effie Wilmot. The official companion was resident in the chambers, and was seen...

'You have kept this promise, then.' Armorel welcomed her old friend with eyes of kindness and lips of smiles. 'Do you ever think of the promise that you broke? Effie, dear'--thi...

In the afternoon of the same day Armorel received a visit from a certain Lady Frances, of whom mention has already been made. She was sitting in her own room, alone. The excitem...

Contrary to all reasonable expectation, Alec Feilding called at Armorel's rooms the very next morning--and quite early in the morning, when it was not yet eleven. Armorel, howev...

There are few instincts and impulses of imperfect human nature more deeply rooted or more certain to act upon us than the desire to 'have it out' with some other human creature....

Roland went away. Like Mr. Robert Fletcher, he promised to return, and, like her great-great-grandmother, but for other reasons, Armorel treasured this promise. Also like Mr. Ro...

At nine o'clock the little bar parlour of Tregarthen's was nearly full. It is a very little room, low as well as little, therefore it is easily filled. And though it is the prin...

This unreasonable person dispatched, and the illustrious artist's doubts about his lights and shadows dispelled, Alec Feilding resumed his interrupted task. That is to say, he t...

The Failure was at work in his own studio. Not the large and lofty chamber fitted and furnished as if for Michael Angelo himself, which served for the Fraud. Not at all. The Fai...

A good many things troubled Armorel--the companion with whom she could not talk: her persistent praises of Mr. Feilding: the constant attendance of that illustrious genius--and...

The room was full of people. It was the average sort of reception, where one always expects to meet men and women who have done something: men who write, paint, or compose; wome...

'A change,' said Roland, 'will surely come, and that before long. I cannot believe'--Armorel remembered the words afterwards--'that you will stay on this island for ever.' It ne...

Great is the power of coincidence. Things have got a habit of happening just when they are most likely to be useful. It is not on the stage alone that the long-lost uncle turns...

The storm expended itself. The gale cannot go on blowing: the injured man cannot go on raging, cursing, or weeping. Alec Feilding became calm. Yet a settled gloom rested like a...

A man may do a great many things without receiving from the world the least sign of regard or interest. He may write the most lovely verses--and no one will read them. He may de...

At the same time Mr. Alec Feilding, whose ears ought to have been burning, was engaged in a serious conversation in his own studio with Armorel's companion. The conversation too...