The white busts and the little tables in the background covered with copies of the Tatler and syphons of soda water seemed to approve; seemed to indicate the flowing corn and the manor houses of England; and to return the frail hum of the motor wheels as
In people's eyes, in the swing, tramp, and trudge; in the bellow and the uproar; the carriages, motor cars, omnibuses, vans, sandwich men shuffling and swinging; brass bands;
barrel organs; in the triumph and the jingle and the strange high singing
Tall men, men of robust physique, well-dressed men with their tail- coats and their white slips and their hair raked back who, for reasons difficult to discriminate, were standing in the
bow window of Brooks's with their hands behind the tails of t
Little Mr. Bowley, who had rooms in the Albany and was sealed with wax over the deeper sources of life but could be unsealed suddenly,
inappropriately, sentimentally, by this sort of thing--poor women waiting to see the Queen go past-- poor women,
Was he not like Keats? she asked; and reflected how she might give him a taste of Antony and Cleopatra and the rest; lent him books; wrote him scraps of letters; and lit in him such a fire as burns only once in a lifetime, without heat, flickering a red g
It was the heat wave presumably, operating upon a brain made sensitive by
eons of evolution.
She would have been, in the first place, dark like Lady Bexborough, with a skin of
crumpled leather and beautiful eyes.
Looking up, it appeared that each letter of their names stood for one of the hours; subconsciously one was grateful to Rigby and Lowndes for giving one time ratified by Greenwich; and this gratitude (so Hugh Whitbread
ruminated, dallying there in f
Such are the visions which proffer great
cornucopias full of fruit to the solitary traveller, or murmur in his ear like sirens lolloping away on the green sea waves, or are dashed in his face like bunches of roses, or rise to the surface like pale
Worshipping proportion, Sir William not only prospered himself but made England prosper, secluded her lunatics, forbade childbirth, penalised despair, made it impossible for the unfit to propagate their views until they, too, shared his sense of proportio
These old Bloomsbury houses, said Dr. Holmes, tapping the wall, are often full of very fine
panelling, which the landlords have the folly to paper over.
In the street, vans roared past him; brutality blared out on placards; men were trapped in mines; women burnt alive; and once a maimed file of lunatics being exercised or displayed for the diversion of the populace (who laughed aloud),
ambled and n
It rasped her, though, to have stirring about in her this brutal monster! to hear twigs cracking and feel hooves planted down in the depths of that leaf-
encumbered forest, the soul; never to be content quite, or quite secure, for at any moment
If it had been some Honourable Edith or Lady Violet, perhaps; but not that
ragamuffin Sally without a penny to her name, and a father or a mother gambling at Monte Carlo.
But if he can conceive of her, then in some sort she exists, he thinks, and advancing down the path with his eyes upon sky and branches he rapidly endows them with womanhood; sees with amazement how grave they become; how majestically, as the breeze stirs
It was a case of two dogs playing on a hearth-rug; one worrying a paper screw, snarling, snapping, giving a pinch, now and then, at the old dog's ear; the other lying
somnolent, blinking at the fire, raising a paw, turning and growling good-tempere
But how strange, on entering the Park, the silence; the mist; the hum; the slow-swimming happy ducks; the pouched birds
waddling; and who should be coming along with his back against the Government buildings, most appropriately, carrying a despatch
And Maisie Johnson, as she joined that gently trudging, vaguely gazing, breeze-kissed company--squirrels perching and
preening, sparrow fountains fluttering for crumbs, dogs busy with the railings, busy with each other, while the soft warm air wash
Cold, heartless, a
prude, he called her.
Clarissa guessed; Clarissa knew of course; she had seen something white, magical, circular, in the footman's hand, a disc
inscribed with a name,--the Queen's, the Prince of Wales's, the Prime Minister's?--which, by force of its own lustre, burnt it
One of the things he remembered best was an argument one Sunday morning at Bourton about women's rights (that
antediluvian topic), when Sally suddenly lost her temper, flared up, and told Hugh that he represented all that was most detestable in Bri
Listlessly, yet confidently, poor people all of them, they waited; looked at the Palace itself with the flag flying; at Victoria,
billowing on her mound, admired her shelves of running water, her geraniums; singled out from the motor cars in the Ma
And so there began a soundless and exquisite passing to and fro through swing doors of aproned white-capped maids, handmaidens not of necessity, but adepts in a mystery or grand deception practised by hostesses in Mayfair from one-thirty to two, when, wit
For of all the people he had ever met Hugh was the greatest snob--the most obsequious--no, he didn't
It was not to them (not to Hugh, or Richard, or even to devoted Miss Brush) the liberator of the pent egotism, which a strong martial woman, well nourished, well descended, of direct impulses, downright feelings, and little
introspective power (bro
Aeschylus (translated) the same.
That was what tortured him, that was what came over him when he saw Clarissa so calm, so cold, so intent on her dress or whatever it was; realising what she might have spared him, what she had reduced him to--a whimpering,
snivelling old ass.
As he opened the door of the room where the Italian girls sat making hats, he could see them; could hear them; they were rubbing wires among coloured beads in saucers; they were turning buckram shapes this way and that; the table was all strewn with feath
It was something central which
permeated; something warm which broke up surfaces and rippled the cold contact of man and woman, or of women together.
In people's eyes, in the swing, tramp, and
trudge; in the bellow and the uproar; the carriages, motor cars, omnibuses, vans, sandwich men shuffling and swinging; brass bands; barrel organs; in the triumph and the jingle and the strange high singing
She was getting impatient; the whole of her being was setting positively, undeniably, domineeringly brushing aside all this unnecessary trifling (Peter Walsh and his affairs) upon that subject which engaged her attention, and not merely her attention, but
Indeed it was--Sir William Bradshaw's motor car; low, powerful, grey with plain initials' interlocked on the panel, as if the pomps of heraldry were incongruous, this man being the ghostly helper, the priest of science; and, as the motor car was grey, so
In people's eyes, in the swing, tramp, and trudge; in the bellow and the uproar; the carriages, motor cars, omnibuses, vans, sandwich men shuffling and swinging;
brass bands; barrel organs; in the triumph and the jingle and the strange high singing
There was no
fumbling-- no hesitation.
Thus, when she said in her
offhand way "How's Clarissa?" husbands had difficulty in persuading their wives and indeed, however devoted, were secretly doubtful themselves, of her interest in women who often got in their husbands' way, prevented them
He had worked very hard; he had won his position by sheer ability (being the son of a shopkeeper); loved his profession; made a fine figurehead at ceremonies and spoke well--all of which had by the time he was knighted given him a heavy look, a weary look
They would come; they would stand; they would talk in the
mincing tones which she could imitate, ladies and gentlemen.
There were Jorrocks' Jaunts and
Jollities; there were Soapy Sponge and Mrs. Asquith's Memoirs and Big Game Shooting in Nigeria, all spread open.
Clarissa was as cold as an
A magnificent figure he cut too, pausing for a moment (as the sound of the half hour died away) to look critically, magisterially, at socks and shoes;
impeccable, substantial, as if he beheld the world from a certain eminence, and dressed to match;
The girl, silk-stockinged, feathered,
evanescent, but not to him particularly attractive (for he had had his fling), alighted.
Then, while a seedy-looking
nondescript man carrying a leather bag stood on the steps of St. Paul's Cathedral, and hesitated, for within was what balm, how great a welcome, how many tombs with banners waving over them, tokens of victories not over
But she feared time itself, and read on Lady Bruton's face, as if it had been a dial cut in impassive stone, the
dwindling of life; how year by year her share was sliced; how little the margin that remained was capable any longer of stretching, of
There were Jorrocks'
Jaunts and Jollities; there were Soapy Sponge and Mrs. Asquith's Memoirs and Big Game Shooting in Nigeria, all spread open.
Look the unseen bade him, the voice which now communicated with him who was the greatest of mankind, Septimus, lately taken from life to death, the Lord who had come to renew society, who lay like a coverlet, a snow blanket smitten only by the sun, for ev
fascinated her; Bond Street early in the morning in the season; its flags flying; its shops; no splash; no glitter; one roll of tweed in the shop where her father had bought his suits for fifty years; a few pearls; salmon on an iceblock
"So you're in a
funk," he said agreeably, sitting down by his patient's side.
swerving, accurately, punctually, noiselessly, there, precisely at the right instant, the motor-car stopped at the door.
Then, while a
seedy-looking nondescript man carrying a leather bag stood on the steps of St. Paul's Cathedral, and hesitated, for within was what balm, how great a welcome, how many tombs with banners waving over them, tokens of victories not over
She remembered once throwing a shilling into the