Category: Novels
It was about a week after Christmas, and we--my mother, my two sisters, and myself--were sitting, as usual, in the parlour of the little house at Islington. Tea was over, and Jenny had possession of the table, where she was engaged in making a watercolour sketch of still life...
The next day was exquisitely bright and warm--we seemed to have leapt at a bound into the very heart of spring--and when I came out of my room I was greeted with the news that A...
3. CHAPTER III.When I awoke the sun was streaming in through the chinks of the shutters, and a servant was standing at my bedside with a cup of coffee and some rolls. But I felt no disposition...
14. CHAPTER XIV.It was four o'clock in the afternoon; already the front of the house was in shadow, and the drawing-room was cool and dark. Here Andrea and I were standing face to face; both pa...
2. CHAPTER II.About ten days after the conversation recorded in the last chapter, I was driving down to Victoria station in a four-wheel cab, wearing the new ulster, the new boots, and holdin...
1. CHAPTER I.It was about a week after Christmas, and we--my mother, my two sisters, and myself--were sitting, as usual, in the parlour of the little house at Islington. Tea was over, and Je...
7. CHAPTER VII.The covered gallery which ran along the back of the house was flooded in the afternoon with sunshine. Here, as the day declined, I loved to pace, basking in the warmth and rejoi...
10. CHAPTER X.In the filial relation, Andrea, I had before observed, particularly shone. His charming manner was never so charming as when he was addressing his father; and the presence of hi...
6. CHAPTER VI.One morning after breakfast I found the whole family assembled in the yellow drawing-room in a state of unusual excitement. Even the bloodless little Marchesa had a red spot on...
13. CHAPTER XIII."Miss Meredith," went on the dry, fluent tones, which I was beginning to feel were the tones of doom, "I will refrain from blaming you in this unfortunate matter. I will merely...
5. CHAPTER V.I bought a dictionary and a grammar, and worked hard in my moments of leisure. My daily life, moreover, might be described as an almost unbroken Italian lesson, and it was not l...
12. CHAPTER XII.After all, what was there to fear? This was the nineteenth century, when people's marriages were looked upon as their own affairs, and the paternal blessing--since it had ceased...
4. CHAPTER IV.The English lesson next morning proved rather an ordeal. It took place in one of the many sitting-rooms, a large room with an open hearth, on which, however, no fire was lighted...
11. CHAPTER XI.From first to last, I told myself, the experiment had been a failure. From first to last I had been out of touch with the people with whom I had come to dwell; the almost undisg...
9. CHAPTER IX."Costanza is so cross," said Bianca, drawing me aside, in her childish fashion; "she talks of going back at once to Florence, and I don't know who would be sorry if she did."