Caprice

THE clangour of bells grew insistent. In uncontrollable hilarity pealed S. Mary, contrasting clearly with the subdued carillon of S. Mark. From all sides, seldom in unison, reso...

With a mournful glance she slid the apparatus from her in the direction of an adolescent of a sympathetic, somewhat sentimental, appearance, who, despite emphatic whiskers, had...

“Ah!” she broke off, “An engagement, I fear. But come and see me again. Come one day to the theatre. Our stage-door is in Sloop Street, an _impasse_ off the Strand.” And Mrs. Ma...

“That was one of my dreams,” she was saying, “and last night again I had another—in spite of a night-light, too! It began by a ring formed of crags and boulders enclosing a troo...

“He’s more confused, dear, than violent,” Mrs. Smee explained. “He seems to think we’re doing _The Tempest;_ Romeo’s tanned breast he takes for Ferdinand’s. ‘Mind, Ferdy, boy,’...