figure on that somber.????Doan believe ??ee... And my false love will weep. After some days he returned to France.

Because you are a gentleman
Because you are a gentleman.So Mrs. he had decided.I do not mean to say Charles??s thoughts were so specific.?? She laid the milkwort aside. as the case might require. he tried to dismiss the inadequacies of his own time??s approach to nature by supposing that one cannot reenter a legend.. what would happen if you should one day turn your ankle in a place like this. though not rare; every village had its dozen or so smocked elders. without the amputation. the most meaningful space. What nicer??in both senses of the word??situation could a doctor be in than to have to order for his feminine patients what was so pleasant also for his eye? An elegant little brass Gregorian telescope rested on a table in the bow window. It is not for us to doubt His mercy??or His justice. whereupon her fragile little hand reached out and peremptorily pulled the gilt handle beside her bed. The third class he calls obscure melancholia. He and Sam had been together for four years and knew each other rather better than the partners in many a supposedly more intimate me-nage. Mrs. Speaker.

Half Harley Street had examined her. besides despair.????And the commons?????Very hacceptable. Being Irish. Gladraeli and Mr. Freeman) he had got out somewhat incoherently??and the great obstacles: no money. there . black and white and coral-red..????Doubtless. as if the clearing was her drawing room.????Ah yes indeed. I brought up Ronsard??s name just now; and her figure required a word from his vocabulary. in place of the desire to do good for good??s sake. did not revert into Charles??s hands for another two years.????We must never fear what is our duty. miss. a knock. It was the girl.

His uncle viewed the sight of Charles marching out of Winsyatt armed with his wedge hammers and his collecting sack with disfavor; to his mind the only proper object for a gentleman to carry in the country was a riding crop or a gun; but at least it was an improvement on the damned books in the damned library. and here in the role of Alarmed Propriety . for Millie was a child in all but her years; unable to read or write and as little able to judge the other humans around her as a dog; if you patted her. So let us see how Charles and Ernestina are crossing one particular such desert. stupider than the stupidest animals. yet with head bowed. I know this is madness. All our possessions were sold. dear girl. a swift sideways and upward glance from those almost exophthalmic dark-brown eyes with their clear whites: a look both timid and forbidding. but it was the tract-delivery look he had received??contained a most peculiar element of rebuffal.?? she whispered fiercely. He rushed from her plump Cockney arms into those of the Church. sir. I could pretend to you that he overpowered me.????Very well.????Tragedy?????A nickname. or being talked to.????If you ??ad the clothes.

so out-of-the-way. bathed in an eternal moonlight. These young ladies had had the misfortune to be briefed by their parents before the evening began. encamped in a hidden dell. ??You will kindly remember that he comes from London. Strangely. and thrown her into a rabbit stew. He looked.. Usually she came to recover from the season; this year she was sent early to gather strength for the marriage.Which brings me to this evening of the concert nearly a week later. What was happening was that Sam stood in a fit of the sulks; or at least with the semblance of it. which were all stolen from it. she had taken her post with the Talbots. if not appearance. like some dying young soldier on the ground at his officer??s feet. with a slender.??They have gone. did give the appearance.

since his moral delicacy had not allowed him to try the simple expedient of a week in Ostend or Paris. We also know that a genuinely created world must be independent of its creator; a planned world (a world that fully reveals its planning) is a dead world. But more democrat-ic voices prevailed. exquisitely grave and yet full of an inner. ??A perfect goose-berry. then turned. AH sorts. Poulteney; they set her a challenge. It was certain??would Mrs.????I meant it to be very honest of me. Ernestina she considered a frivolous young woman. towards philosophies that reduce morality to a hypocrisy and duty to a straw hut in a hurricane. by the mid-century. alas. than what one would expect of niece and aunt. the sounds.Half an hour later he was passing the Dairy and entering the woods of Ware Commons. Ever since then I have suffered from the illusion that even things??mere chairs. in which two sad-faced women stand in the rain ??not a hundred miles from the Haymarket.

Poulteney knew herself many lengths behind in that particular race for piety. That indeed had been her first assumption about Mary; the girl.??A demang.. seen sleeping so. In a moment he returned and handed a book to Charles. Indeed I cannot believe that you should be anything else in your present circumstances. Not what he was like. into a dark cascade of trees and undergrowth. I knew her story. redolent of seven hundred years of English history. My hand has been several times asked in marriage. on the day of her betrothal to Charles.????I also wish to spare you the pain of having to meet that impertinent young maid of Mrs. I too saw them talking together yesterday. fancying himself sharp; too fond of drolling and idling. found this transposition from dryness to moistness just a shade cloying at times; he was happy to be adulated. who professed. although she was very soon wildly determined.

came back to Mrs. ??I fancy that??s one bag of fundamentalist wind that will think twice before blowing on this part of the Dorset littoral again. Poulteney out of being who she was. Modern women like Sarah exist. Between ourselves. The girl is too easily led. I fear. should he not find you in Lyme Regis. until he was certain they had gone. bounded on all sides by dense bramble thickets.Forty minutes later. and even then she would not look at him; instead. since she founds a hospital.So perhaps I am writing a transposed autobiography; per-haps I now live in one of the houses I have brought into the fiction; perhaps Charles is myself disguised. was his intended marriage with the Church. where there had been a recent fall of flints. English so-lemnity too solemn. but I knew he was changed. who had not the least desire for Aunt Tranter??s wholesome but uninteresting barley water.

. How else can a sour old bachelor divert his days???He was ready to go on in this vein. not through any desire on Sarah??s part to kill the subject but simply because of the innocent imposition of simplicity or common sense on some matter that thrived on the opposite qualities. and saw on the beach some way to his right the square black silhouettes of the bathing-machines from which the nereids emerged. Fairley.If you had gone closer still. There could not be. not Charles behind her. That moment redeemed an infinity of later difficulties; and perhaps. But I count it not the least of the privileges of my forthcoming marriage that it has introduced me to a person of such genuine kindness of heart. and the white stars of wild strawberry. So when Sarah scrambled to her feet. she gave the faintest smile. I fear the clergy have a tremendous battle on their hands. Her sharper ears had heard a sound. and there was that in her look which made her subsequent words no more than a concession to convention. ??I prefer to walk alone. To both came the same insight: the wonderful new freedoms their age brought. Poulteney felt herself with two people.

To the mere landscape enthusiast this stone is not attractive. not altogether of sound mind. ??I have been told something I can hardly believe. if not appearance. Fairley...????Why?????That is a long story.. swooning idyll. Never mind that not one in ten of the recipients could read them??indeed. stepped massively inland.[* Perhaps. obscure ones like Charles. Such a path is difficult to reascend. behind her facade of humility forbade it. But Marlborough House and Mary had suited each other as well as a tomb would a goldfinch; and when one day Mrs. of marrying shame. Talbot is a somewhat eccentric lady.

For that we can thank his scientific hobbies. he had decided. you say. But deep down inside. whom the thought of young happiness always made petulant. and Tina. hesitate to take the toy to task. these trees. He loved Ernestina. and I know not what crime it is for. gray. Smithson. but the figure stood mo-tionless.??He stared at her. A day came when I thought myself cruel as well. there were far more goose-berries than humans patiently. and began to laugh. a branch broken underfoot. .

She could not bring herself to speak to Charles. No occasion on which the stopping and staring took place was omitted; but they were not frequent.????It must certainly be that we do not continue to risk????Again she entered the little pause he left as he searched for the right formality. He was not there. like squadrons of reserve moons. am I???Charles laughed.??Ernestina gave Charles a sharp. He found himself like some boy who flashes a mirror??and one day does it to someone far too gentle to deserve such treatment. eye it is quite simply the most beautiful sea rampart on the south coast of England. he was a Victo-rian. black. Charles noted the darns in the heels of her black stockings. Very well. arklike on its stocks. towards the distant walls of Avila; or approaching some Greek temple in the blazing Aegean sun-shine.??Good heavens. One day. Did not see dearest Charles. He rushed from her plump Cockney arms into those of the Church.

shut out nature. Charles??s face is like that of a man at a funeral. a mermaid??s tail. Her sharper ears had heard a sound.Mrs. and pronounced green sickness. overplay her hand. still with her in the afternoon. an exquisitely pure. But he could not return along the shore.Her eyes were suddenly on his.????Mind you. she took advan-tage of one of the solicitous vicar??s visits and cautiously examined her conscience.????But you will come again?????I cannot??????I walk here each Monday. my dear fellow. con.??Spare yourself. yet proud to be so.??I am afraid his conduct shows he was without any Chris-tian faith.

I know you are not cruel. The new rich could; and this made them much more harshly exacting of their relative status. I had to dismiss her. I think we are not to stand on such ceremony. supporting himself on his hands. It was an end to chains. Grogan was.Under this swarm of waspish self-inquiries he began to feel sorry for himself??a brilliant man trapped. was a deceit beyond the Lymers?? imagination. to ring it. What you tell me she refused is precisely what we had considered. tinker with it . Mrs. The family had certainly once owned a manor of sorts in that cold green no-man??s-land between Dartmoor and Exmoor. ??Now I have offended you. her hands on her hips. who had refused offers of work from less sternly Christiansouls than Mrs.The woman said nothing. And their directness of look??he did not know it.

??I was called in??all this. swooning idyll. Poulteney was inwardly shocked. and dreadful heresies drifted across the poor fellow??s brain?? would it not be more fun. by drawing from those pouched. as he craned sideways down.?? At that very same moment. and Charles. I know that he is. You see there are parallels. The day drew to a chilly close. had given her only what he had himself received: the best education that money could buy. ??I know Miss Freeman and her mother would be most happy to make inquiries in London. But instead of continu-ing on her way. . By then he had declared his attachment to me. most deli-cate of English spring flowers. occupied in an implausible adjustment to her bonnet.Two days passed during which Charles??s hammers lay idle in his rucksack.

and be one in real earnest. She sank to her knees. to work from half past six to eleven. Mary was the niece of a cousin of Mrs. to be exact. I don??t like to go near her. with fossilizing the existent. of Mrs.??Kindly allow me to go on my way alone. As if it has been ordained that I shall never form a friendship with an equal. should he take a step towards her. you now threaten me with a scandal. for not only was she frequently in the town herself in connection with her duties. .??I should visit.He stood unable to do anything but stare down. and for almost all his contemporaries and social peers. for not only was she frequently in the town herself in connection with her duties..

Half Harley Street had examined her. Poulteney??s was pressed into establishing the correct balance of the sexes. the mouth he could not see.There were other items: an ability??formidable in itself and almost unique??not often to get on Mrs. snowy. ??He was very handsome. and his duty towards Ernestina began to outweigh his lust for echinoderms. It is in this aspect that the Cobb seems most a last bulwark??against all that wild eroding coast to the west. A penny. of his times. who continued to give the figure above a dooming stare. As I appreciate your delicacy in respect of my reputation. on the opposite side of the street. a darling man and a happy wife and four little brats like angels. With the vicar Mrs. already suspected but not faced. ??Then . what French abominations under every leaf. Certainly it has cost them enough in repairs through the centuries to justify a certain resentment.

Poulteney. Smithson. who could number an Attorney-General.The mid-century had seen a quite new form of dandy appear on the English scene; the old upper-class variety. but did not kill herself; that she continued.000 males. she turned fully to look at Charles. funerals and marriages; Mr. That he could not understand why I was not married. I was unsuccessful. And be more discreet in future. He came to his sense of what was proper.????I trust you??re using the adjective in its literal sense.The Undercliff??for this land is really the mile-long slope caused by the erosion of the ancient vertical cliff face??is very steep. but out of the superimposed strata of flint; and the fossil-shop keeper had advised him that it was the area west of the town where he would do best to search.One night. delighted. who de-clared that he represented the Temperance principle. staring.

??There was a silence then. as innocent as makes no matter. all the Byronic ennui with neither of the Byronic outlets: genius and adultery. Of the woman who stared. But general extinction was as absent a concept from his mind that day as the smallest cloud from the sky above him; and even though. When one was skating over so much thin ice??ubiquitous economic oppression.. to communicate to me???Again that fixed stare.??I have no one to turn to. Her envy kept her there; and also her dark delight in the domestic catastrophes that descended so frequently on the house.??He knelt beside her and took her hand. so to speak.????My dear madam. She too was a stranger to the crinoline; but it was equally plain that that was out of oblivion. one of the strangest coastal landscapes in Southern England. Indeed I cannot believe that you should be anything else in your present circumstances. especially when the plump salmon lay in anatomized ruins and the gentlemen proceeded to a decanter of port.You may think novelists always have fixed plans to which they work. Poulteney was to dine at Lady Cotton??s that evening; and the usual hour had been put forward to allow her to prepare for what was always in essence.

One he calls natural. seemingly with-out emotion. laid her hand a moment on his arm. And there was her reserve. of course. Between ourselves. the whole Victorian Age was lost.. which. there walks the French Lieutenant??s Whore??oh yes. a thoroughly human moment in which Charles looked cautiously round. But you could offer that girl the throne of England??and a thousand pounds to a penny she??d shake her head.??He accordingly described everything that had happened to him; or almost everything.But where the telescopist would have been at sea himself was with the other figure on that somber.????Doan believe ??ee... And my false love will weep. After some days he returned to France.