Rose, Blanche, and Violet, Volume 3 (of 3)

I.--The Idler's Day II.--Another Literary Soirée III.--The Tiger Tastes Blood IV.--The Young Father V.--Renunciation VI.--Man purified by Experience VII.--Poor Vyner VIII.--Rehe...

I.--George Maxwell II.--Rose again sees Julius III.--Woman's Love IV.--A Beam of Sunshine in the House V.--Violet to Marmaduke VI.--Brighter Scenes VII.--Another Love Scene VIII...

I.--Amiable People II.--Love not killed by Unkindness III.--Captain Heath Returns IV.--Humbled Pride V.--"Black Wins" VI.--Cecil's Weakness VII.--All Hope Destroyed VIII.--The F...

The spring of 1841 was very mild, and this enabled Cecil and Blanche to endure the wretched, comfortless state of Mrs. Tring's boarding-house, better than if the weather had bee...

The soirée at Hester Mason's, to which they went that evening, was very much the same as the one formerly described; there were fewer guests, and among them more women: a sure s...

"Cis, your innocence--if it be not hypocrisy--is worthy of a primitive age. Married! She knows you're married! Ha! ha! ha! By George! you remind me of that vaudeville we saw las...

The next morning Cecil had almost regained his cheerfulness. The thought of last night's loss would occasionally dash his spirits, for seven pounds, in his situation, was not a...

J'aurais dans ta mémoire une place sacrée; Mais vivre près de toi, vivre l'âme ulcérée, O ciel! moi qui n'aurais jamais aimé que toi, Tous les jours, peux-tu bien y songer sans...

Who shall describe the delight and grief of Marmaduke on reading that letter? She loved him; but she refused him. He saw as plainly as she did the reason of her refusal, and bit...

When Meredith Vyner came into the drawing-room and found his wife senseless on the floor, he imagined she had been seized with a fit, for he was unaware of Marmaduke having been...

"Good news, pet," said Cecil, dancing into the room one afternoon. "Moscheles, whom I meet sometimes, you know, at Hester Mason's, has looked over my opera, and likes it very mu...

Now why must I disturb a dream of bliss, And bring cold sorrow 'twixt the wedded kiss? How mar the fate of beauty, and disclose The weeping days that with the morning rose. LEIG...

"Your days are tedious, your hours burdensome: And wer't not for full suppers, midnight revels, Dancing, wine, riotous meetings, which do drown And bury quite in you all virtuou...

The discovery of her husband's pursuits was made too late. Cecil had become a confirmed gambler; and although he saw--saw with anger and remorse--that his wife was heartbroken a...

S'il ose m'alléguer une odieuse loi Quand je fais tout pour lui, s'il ne fait rien pour moi; Dès le moment, sans songer si je l'aime, Sans consulter enfin si je me perds moi mêm...

_Pietro._--"This Malevole is one of the most prodigious affectations that ever conversed with nature. A man, or rather a monster: more discontent than Lucifer, when he was thrus...

Mrs. Vyner again went into society as usual, the only difference being that she was generally accompanied by Maxwell instead of her husband. Rose often stayed at home, but somet...

Blanche was trimming a baby cap, when her father entered the room. With a cry of delight she sprang up, and rushed into his arms. He hugged her fondly, and the tears rolled down...

Cecil was very earnest in his repentance, and sincerely meant to keep the oath he pledged. He at once sold his cab and horse; discharged his tiger; reduced his expenses in every...

Learn, by a mortal yearning, to ascend-- Seeking a higher object. Love was given, Encouraged, sanctioned, chiefly for that end: For this the passion to excess was driven, That s...

There was a charming ball at Mrs. Langley Turner's. The rooms were full without being crowded, and the company was brilliant: rank, beauty, and talent, gave their éclat to the s...

Mrs. Vyner was in that famous boudoir before described; Maxwell was gloomily pacing it to and fro. He was there for the purpose of having an "explanation"; but he found her more...

Les lettres d'amour ne portent l'émotion que dans le cœur qui inspire et qui partage le feu qui les a dictées. Par elles-mêmes elles se ressemblent toutes: mais chaque être épri...

Little Rose Blanche throve apace; but Cecil's painting proceeded slowly, and his mind was still more busy with those imaginary games in which his success was greater and greater...

After a dinner at the Thatched House, limited in the number of dishes, but selected with the skill of a Frank Forrester, and assisted by a bottle of Barsac, two bottles of Æil-d...

When the fretful stir Unprofitable, and the fever of the world Have hung upon the beatings of my heart, How oft in spirit have I turned to thee, O sylvan Wye! thou wanderer thro...

It was November. Rose and Julius had returned to London to continue their felicity in a new sphere: they were quite a model couple, and were so happy that several people "of exp...

Cecil had removed to miserable lodgings at Hammersmith, consisting of two rooms, and those wretchedly furnished; he had also reduced his expenses by giving up his _atélier_, and...

There was not a farthing in the house. Cecil was out on the chimerical expedition of borrowing a few pounds from one of his gaming-table acquaintances. Continual assistance had...

Cecil received those demonstrations of joy with moody sullenness. He had returned exasperated by failure, gloomy with the dark thoughts which lowered upon him, like heavy clouds...

The fascination of the gaming-table was too much for him; all his sense of dignity vanished before it; even his very jealous rage seemed thus powerless against it. Humiliated as...

O God! O God! that it were possible To undo things done,--to call back yesterday! That Time could turn his swift and sandy glass To untell days, or to redeem these hours! HEYWOO...

Although the life of a gamester is full of emotion, full of successes and reverses, the incidents are all so very similar that I need not enter into more details. Suffice it, th...

One day as Cecil was sauntering down Piccadilly, he was astonished to see Frank Forrester, in a superb cab, with tiger behind, drive up to Burlington Arcade, and there, arrayed...

In one of the low gambling houses, in Leicester-square, Cecil sat, as in a dream, risking the fruits of his crime. His brain whirled round, and his heart beat every time the doo...

The cause of Hester's degradation was one which always has, and one fears always will, people our streets with those unhappy women, whom the law refuses either to acknowledge or...

While the wretched girl wandered distractedly on her way, goaded by the pangs of shame and remorse, the still more wretched Cecil, calm in his concentrated despair, was walking...

Her candle was burnt out; the fire had only a few live embers which went out directly she attempted to revive it. She was numbed with cold; weary with grief; and threw herself u...

"Mrs. Dombey, it is very necessary that there should be some understanding arrived at between us. Your conduct does not please me, madam .... I have made you my wife. You bear m...

At the very moment when she was asking herself, "What has become of Maxwell?" he concluded his will, arranged all his papers, burnt many letters, and, going to a drawer, took fr...

The discovery of Mrs. Vyner's flight was nearly coincident with the announcement of Cecil's suicide. Poor Vyner was like a madman. He reproached himself for having spoken so har...

Vyner soon recovered from the double shock he had sustained, and was now quite happy again with his two girls, and his excellent friend Heath, as his constant companions; while...