Category: Romance

The city of beautiful nonsense

I. A Prelude on the Eve of St. Joseph's Day II. The Last Candle III. The Greengrocer's--Fetter Lane IV. What to Call a Hero V. The Ballad-Monger--Fetter Lane VI. Of Kensington Gardens VII. The Voyage of the Good Ship Albatross VIII. The Fateful Ticket-Puncher IX. The Art of Hi...

Chapters

37. CHAPTER XXXIII

The abhorrence of Nature for a vacuum, is nothing to her abomination of unfinished work. In the great Tapestry which Time sits eternally weaving with the coloured threads of cir...

22. CHAPTER XVIII

John took a box at the opera. There is some sense in taking a box at the opera when you owe two quarters of your rent of thirty pounds a year. To have a box all the year round w...

41. CHAPTER XXXVII

The evening, with her quiet feet, had stolen across the sky; night was fast riding in the wake of her, when at last they left the little old white-haired lady alone.

16. CHAPTER XII

The next morning was one of promise. For half an hour before the time appointed for his meeting, John was waiting, seated upon a penny chair, thinking innumerable thoughts, smok...

32. CHAPTER XXVIII

At a quiet corner in the _Merceria_, stood the Treasure Shop. In every respect it had all the features which these little warehouses of the world's curiosities usually present....

21. CHAPTER XVII

The sleet had driven honestly into snow by the time John had finished his lunch and, there being but two old original members in the Martyrs' Club, who were congratulating each...

13. CHAPTER IX

The bell of the ticket-puncher rang, the tiny slips of paper were torn off the roll and exchanged hands. For that day, at least--so long as they chose to sit there--the little p...

20. CHAPTER XVI

One Easter Sunday, soon after his first clandestine meeting with Jill, John was seated alone in his room in Fetter Lane. The family of Morrell and the family of Brown--the plumb...

29. CHAPTER XXV

In the daily affairs of those two old people in the Palazzo Capello, there was one undeviating ceremony, performed with the regularity and precision of those mechanical figures...

12. CHAPTER VIII

The master of the good ship _Albatross_ departed, chartered for another voyage to the Port of Lagos with his cargo of gravel, gathered with the sweat of the brow and the tearing...

36. CHAPTER XXXII

Before that little tea party was over, these two old people had won the heart of Jill. For all the world, they were like two children, making believe with the most serious thing...

23. CHAPTER XIX

It was always a strain when July came round, for John to amass those seventeen odd pounds for the journey to Venice. But it was a greater strain when, having amassed it, he had...

24. CHAPTER XX

Little as you might have imagined it, there was a heart beneath that corn-coloured waistcoat of Mr. Chesterton's. His old woman, as he called her, would have vouched for that.

25. CHAPTER XXI

"Then you'll never know my people in Venice," said John presently. He had suddenly remembered that there was nothing to tell the little old white-haired lady now. To all the tho...

19. CHAPTER XV

Add but the flavour of secrecy to the making of Romance; allow that every meeting be clandestine and every letter written sealed, and matters will so thrive apace that, before y...

31. CHAPTER XXVII

It was not that evening that she plied her questions, this gentle, white-haired old lady. That first evening of his arrival, there was John's work to talk of, the success of his...

34. CHAPTER XXX

Still John gazed at her, as though she were unreal. One does not always believe one's own eyes, for there are some things, which the readiness to see will constitute the power o...

26. CHAPTER XXII

Ideals in the human being are as the flight of a swallow, now high, now sinking to earth, borne upwards by the bright light of air, pressed downwards by the lowering of a heavy...

10. CHAPTER VI

So strange a matter is this journey to the City of Beautiful Nonsense, that one cannot be blamed if, at times, one takes the wrong turning, finds oneself in the cul de sac of a...

18. CHAPTER XIV

These were the thoughts passing and re-passing idly through John's mind as he sat, waiting, upon the stiff little iron chair in Kensington Gardens, and felt the minted edge of t...

11. CHAPTER VII

This is where Destiny and the long arm of Coincidence play a part in the making of all Romance. One quality surely there must be in such matters, far more essential than that ha...

43. CHAPTER XXXIX

When the little door had closed behind them, the old lady stood with head inclined, listening to the sound of their footsteps. Then, creeping to the high window that looked over...

35. CHAPTER XXXI

The mind of the little old white-haired lady belonged to that period when love was a visitation only to be cured by the use of simples, herbs, and magic. She called the treatmen...

9. CHAPTER V

In Kensington Gardens, you will find romance. Many a real, many a legendary, person has found it there. It will always be found there so long as this great City of London remain...

33. CHAPTER XXIX

If you know aught of the history of Venice; if the strenuous efforts of all those little lives that have done their work and lived their day in that vast multitude of human ephe...

27. CHAPTER XXIII

But there is no oblivion to be found in a game of draughts. For some days, John bore with the society of the amiable Mr. Chesterton. He listened to his stories of visits that he...

40. CHAPTER XXXVI

It was a greater ordeal than they knew of, for Death, though he is for ever in our midst, always covers his face, and you may never recognise the features until that last moment...

6. CHAPTER II

When the Benediction was over and the priest had passed in procession with the acolytes into the mysterious shadows behind the altar, the little congregation rose slowly to its...

28. CHAPTER XXIV

They tell you--come to Venice by night; that then you will drift silently into the marvellous mystery of it all; that then you will feel the weight of the centuries in every sha...

38. CHAPTER XXXIV

If only it were that these things could continue--but alas! they cannot! We make our bubbles with all the colours of heaven in them, but cannot abide to see them only floating i...

17. CHAPTER XIII

All this had happened more than a year ago, and the sense of shame, accompanying that first confession, had been worn to the dull surface, incapable of reflecting the finer feel...

39. CHAPTER XXXV

Despite all argument that flung itself at his credulity, John believed that Jill would be true to her word. Reasons in multitude there were, why it should be impossible for her...

7. CHAPTER III

Two or three years ago, there was a certain greengrocer's shop in Fetter Lane. The front window had been removed, the better to expose the display of fruits and vegetables which...

8. CHAPTER IV

John Grey is scarcely the name for a hero; not the sort of name you would choose of your own free will if the telling of a fairy story was placed unreservedly in your hands. If...

5. CHAPTER I

It was half-past seven in the evening. At half-past seven it is dark, the lamps are lighted, the houses huddle together in groups. They have secrets to tell as soon as it is dar...

30. CHAPTER XXVI

It was sunset when John arrived. The gondolas were riding on a sea of rose; the houses were standing, quietly, silently, as you will see cattle herd, knee-deep in the burning wa...

42. CHAPTER XXXVIII

The very best of us have a strain of selfishness. The most understanding of us are unable to a nicety to grasp the other person's point of view; and there will always be some li...

15. CHAPTER XI

and, wondering what it all meant, wondering if, after all, those nursery rhymes were really charged with subtle meaning, he made his way to Victoria Gate in the Park Railings.

14. CHAPTER X

In such a world as this, anything which is wholly sane is entirely uninteresting. But--thank heaven for it!--madness is everywhere, in every corner, at every turning. You will n...

1. BOOK I

I. A Prelude on the Eve of St. Joseph's Day II. The Last Candle III. The Greengrocer's--Fetter Lane IV. What to Call a Hero V. The Ballad-Monger--Fetter Lane VI. Of Kensington G...

3. BOOK III

XXIV. The Palazzo Capello XXV. The Letter--Venice XXVI. The Return--Venice XXVII. The True Mother XXVIII. The Treasure Shop XXIX. The Candle for St. Anthony XXX. The Qualities o...

2. BOOK II

4. BOOK I