Oriole's daughter, a novel, Volume 2 (of 3)

As time went on, and the situation slowly developed itself, Minna was forced into an unwilling, annoyed kind of admiration for Signora Dietrich--the admiration which one must ne...

‘Don’t be huffy. Do you suppose I had anything but kind intentions towards you? Yes, it was on your account. And also because--though I could not remember just at the moment--I...

‘I am so sorry, signora,’ said she. ‘Mamma has sent me to say that I shall not be able to go with you to-day. We are to go out, she and I, and Signor Marchmont. We shall be out...

It was Fulvia’s wedding-day. Some days before Minna had had most of her belongings removed to a couple of rooms which she had taken. She felt it utterly impossible to remain in...

Two or three weeks passed in a vacant, empty kind of way, and during those weeks Minna was almost alone. She saw Mrs. Charrington two or three times, and that lady condescended...

May in London, five years later. The weather was bad, and everyone said the season was a dull one. To Minna Hastings it did not much matter whether it was dull or bright. She ha...

‘Cara Signora,’ said Fulvia, with a slight smile, ‘I have literally nothing to tell you about myself. I saw you five years ago. I was almost seventeen then. It is therefore obvi...

At a few minutes after half-past one on the following day, Minna rang the bell of the large, demure-looking door of a large, well-kept, and equally demure-looking house in a goo...

He certainly might have been anything from twenty-eight to thirty-eight, because he was dark and grave, with a certain picturesqueness of figure and richness of colouring which...

The visit was only as long as Fulvia had said it would be. Nothing that Minna could say prevailed upon her to stay two nights instead of only one. She passed the evening with he...