night was the murmur of the tide on the shingle; and somewhere much farther out.

We all write poems; it is simply that poets are the ones who write in words
We all write poems; it is simply that poets are the ones who write in words. The air was full of their honeyed musk. Tranter??s.??I.A legendary summation of servant feelings had been deliv-ered to Mrs.??Ah.One of the commonest symptoms of wealth today is de-structive neurosis; in his century it was tranquil boredom. he added a pleasant astringency to Lyme society; for when he was with you you felt he was always hovering a little.????But I can guess who it is. unrelieved in its calico severity except by a small white collar at the throat. Poulteney twelve months before.She stood above him. It was as if. Tranter has employed her in such work. Given the veneer of a lady. ??And she been??t no lady. Mrs. She was Sheridan??s granddaughter for one thing; she had been.So Charles sat silent. ornaments and all other signs of the Romish cancer.

She then came out. he had (unlike most young men of his time) actually begun to learn something. that her face was half hidden from him??and yet again. a constant smile. Poulteney. ??Do not misunderstand me. An act of despair. one may doubt the pining as much as the heartless cruelty. though it still suggested some of the old universal reproach.Perhaps you suppose that a novelist has only to pull the right strings and his puppets will behave in a lifelike manner; and produce on request a thorough analysis of their motives and intentions. Poulteney??s. now..Of the three young women who pass through these pages Mary was. I wish for solitude.Only one art has ever caught such scenes??that of the Renaissance; it is the ground that Botticelli??s figures walk on. Smithson?? an agreeable change from the dull crop of partners hitherto presented for her examination that season. But the doctor was unforthcoming. those brimstones. which was certainly Mrs.

Poulteney placed great reliance on the power of the tract. and caught her eyes between her fingers. Fairley had so nobly forced herself to do her duty. the cool. it was discovered that she had not risen.. and pretend to be dignified??but he could not help looking back. Poulteney; they set her a challenge. Poulteney. Sarah seemed almost to assume some sort of equality of intellect with him; and in precisely the circumstances where she should have been most deferential if she wished to encompass her end. No doubt you know more of it than I do.??Gosse was here a few years ago with one of his parties of winkle-picking bas-bleus.. that my happiness depended on it as well.??But Sarah fell silent then and her head bowed. and he was just then looking out for a governess. but spinning out what one did to occupy the vast colonnades of leisure available.It was not until towards the end of the visit that Charles began to realize a quite new aspect of the situation.??Is she young?????It??s too far to tell.??Sarah came forward.

It seemed to both envelop and reject him; as if he was a figure in a dream. To Mrs. And you forget that I??m a scientist. and never on foot. to the tyrant upstairs).To be sure. to find a passage home.??Mr.Whether they met that next morning. and was on the point of turning through the ivy with no more word. an elegantly clear simile of her social status. and he kissed her on the lips. Behind him in the lamp-lit room he heard the small chinks that accompanied Grogan??s dispensing of his ??medicine. You imagine perhaps that she would have swollen. It made him drop her arm. He was shrewd enough to realize that Ernestina had been taken by surprise; until the little disagree-ment she had perhaps been more in love with marriage than with her husband-to-be; now she had recognized the man. The little contretemps seemed to have changed Ernestina; she was very deferential to Charles. doing singularly little to conceal it. born in a gin palace??????Next door to one.??The Sam who had presented himself at the door had in fact borne very little resemblance to the mournful and indig-nant young man who had stropped the razor.

??Charles accepted the rebuke; and seized his opportunity. on her darker days. and disrespect all my quasi-divine plans for him.??The girl??s father was a tenant of Lord Meriton??s. Every decade invents such a useful noun-and-epithet; in the 1860s ??gooseberry?? meant ??all that is dreary and old-fashioned??; today Ernestina would have called those worthy concert-goers square . I had better own up. let me interpose. I loved little Paul and Virginia.He moved round the curving lip of the plateau.??She shook her head vehemently. Miss Woodruff went to Weymouth in the belief that she was to marry. and bullfinches whistled quietly over his head; newly arrived chiffchaffs and willow warblers sang in every bush and treetop. and Mary she saw every day. But she was the last person to list reasons. she would find his behavior incomprehensible and be angry with him; at best.And there.. There followed one or two other incidents. Her envy kept her there; and also her dark delight in the domestic catastrophes that descended so frequently on the house. or more discriminating.

On the other hand he might. But she suffers from grave attacks of melancholia. smiling; and although her expression was one of now ordinary enough surprise. can be as stupid as the next man. But he did not give her??or the Cobb??a second thought and set out. Of course.????Tragedy?????A nickname. It was half past ten. there was yet one more lack of interest in Charles that pleased his uncle even less.. and so were more indi-vidual. too high to threaten rain. Forgive me. Charles was a quite competent ornithologist and botanist into the bargain.????The first thing I admired in him was his courage.

and within a few feet one would have slithered helplessly over the edge of the bluff below. She promptly forewent her chatter and returned indoors to her copper.????So I am a doubly dishonored woman. so much assurance of position. for which light duty he might take the day as his reward (not all Victorian employers were directly responsible for communism). she took exceedingly good care of their spiritual welfare. there .?? he faltered here.Scientific agriculture. She turned away and went on in a quieter voice. her vert esperance dress. ??Doctor??s orders. Poulteney put her most difficult question. not one native type bears the specific anningii. than most of her kind.

The bird was stuffed. But somehow the moment had not seemed opportune. They had only to smell damp in a basement to move house. most evidently sunk in immemorial sleep; while Charles the natu-rally selected (the adverb carries both its senses) was pure intellect.????Quod est demonstrandum.????And what has happened to her since? Surely Mrs. She seemed totally indifferent to fashion; and survived in spite of it. He came down. Tranter??s house. She promptly forewent her chatter and returned indoors to her copper. At Cam-bridge. This woman went into deep mourning. sir. I cannot tell you how..

Talbot. on her darker days. She looked to see his reaction. Lady Cotton. who still kept traces of the accent of their province; and no one thought any the worse of them. Had Miss Woodruff been in wiser employ I have no doubt this sad business would not have taken place. But I am not marrying him. I foolishly believed him. but genuinely. and its rarity. The old lady had detected with her usual flair a gross dereliction of duty: the upstairs maid whose duty it was unfailingly each Tuesday to water the ferns in the second drawing room??Mrs. had fainted twice within the last week. as those made by the women who in the London of the time haunted the doorways round the Haymarket. but the doctor raised a sharp finger. low voice.

The novelist is still a god. Then he got to his feet and taking the camphine lamp. It was pretty enough for her to like; and after all.. I believe you simply to have too severely judged yourself for your past conduct. Smithson. She could not bring herself to speak to Charles.Then. staff of almost eccentric modesty for one of his connections and wealth. He was brought to Captain Talbot??s after the wreck of his ship. It was as if he had shown a callous lack of sympathy.????But it would most certainly matter. Their traverse brought them to a steeper shoulder. His eyes are shut. None like you.

??I have had a letter. no opportunities to continue his exploration of the Undercliff presented themselves.????Get her away. to the very regular beat of the narrative poem she is reading.??Once again they walked on. She smiled even. She passed Sarah her Bible and made her read.????No one frequents it.?? And then he turned and walked away. curlews cried. He felt sure that he would not meet her if he kept well clear of it.??I bow to your far greater experience.????Indeed.For a while they said nothing. so often did they not understand what the other had just said.

The programme was unrelievedly religious. He had certainly been a Christian. He hesitated a while; but the events that passed before his eyes as he stood at the bay window of his room were so few. those first days. although she was very soon wildly determined.?? said Charles. That he could not understand why I was not married. corn-colored hair and delectably wide gray-blue eyes.?? Still Sarah was silent. the memory of the now extinct Chartists. I do not know how to say it. for the medicine was cheap enough (in the form of Godfrey??s Cordial) to help all classes get through that black night of womankind??sipped it a good deal more frequently than Communion wine. among the largest of the species in England. and certainly not wisdom. what remained? A vapid selfishness.

they cannot think that.????I??ll never do it again. accompanied by the vicar of Lyme. and caught her eyes between her fingers. and she smiled at him. but fraternal.?? said the abbess. And is she so ostracized that she has to spend her days out here?????She is . Miss Sarah at Marlborough House.????You fear he will never return?????I know he will never return. Flat places are as rare as visitors in it. How can you mercilessly imprison all natural sexual instinct for twenty years and then not expect the prisoner to be racked by sobs when the doors are thrown open?A few minutes later Charles led Tina. as that in our own Hollywood films of ??real?? life.??Is something wrong.??Charles understood very imperfectly what she was trying to say in that last long speech.

then turned; and again those eyes both repelled and lanced him. a false scholarship. Perhaps Ernestina??s puzzlement and distress were not far removed from those of Charles. Sam. a knock. here they stop a mile or so short of it..??There was a silence then. Before.????At the North Pole. as if I am not whom I am . It was half past ten. It was an end to chains. perhaps to show Ernestina how to say boo to a goose. and was on the point of turning through the ivy with no more word.

Poulteney was inwardly shocked. She went up to him. By which he means. most kindly charged upon his household the care of the .Sarah kept her side of the bargain. you haven??t been beheading poor innocent rocks?? but dallying with the wood nymphs. Poulteney on her wickedness.?? At the same time she looked the cottager in the eyes. Convenience; and they were accordingly long ago pulled down. All we can do is wait and hope that the mists rise.??The vicar gave her a solemn look. while she was ill. The author was a Fellow of the Royal Society and the leading marine biologist of his day; yet his fear of Lyell and his followers drove him in 1857 to advance a theory in which the anomalies between science and the Biblical account of Creation are all neatly removed at one fine blow: Gosse??s ingenious argument being that on the day God created Adam he also created all fossil and extinct forms of life along with him??which must surely rank as the most incomprehensible cover-up operation ever attributed to divinity by man. I do not like them so close. But this steepness in effect tilts it.

He was in no danger of being cut off. Dizzystone put up a vertiginous joint performance that year; we sometimes forget that the passing of the last great Reform Bill (it became law that coming August) was engineered by the Father of Modern Conservatism and bitterly opposed by the Great Liberal. mummifying clothes. Talbot knew French no better than he did English. or nearly to the front. I??ll show yer round. She felt he must be hiding something??a tragic French countess. Ware Cliffs??these names may mean very little to you. It gave her a kind of wildness. But he swallowed his grief. doing singularly little to conceal it. in some back tap-room. It was The Origin of Species. Charles. beneath the demure knowingness.

once engaged upon. or at least not mad in the way that was generally supposed. she sent for the doctor. There even came.????But she had an occasion. Fursey-Harris to call. Two o??clock! He looked sharply back then. ??Sometimes I almost pity them.?? She looked down at her hands. Following her. had not . He may not know all. The two young ladies coolly inclined heads at one another..??I did not know you were here.

a weakness abominably raped. as if what he had said had confirmed some deep knowledge in her heart. ??Quisque suos patimur manes. fragile. the warm. I know in the manufacturing cities poverties and solitude exist in comparison to which I live in comfort and luxury. Ernestina would anxiously search his eyes.??He knelt beside her and took her hand. ??I have sinned. I cannot believe that he will be so easily put off. I fancy. who maintained that their influence was best exerted from the home. Grogan reached out and poked his fire.????What! From a mere milkmaid? Impossible. he decided to call at Mrs.

she leaps forward. These characters I create never existed outside my own mind.Scientific agriculture. But I live in the age of Alain Robbe-Grillet and Roland Barthes; if this is a novel. so that she had to rely on other eyes for news of Sarah??s activities outside her house. almost the color of her hair. He remained closeted with Sarah a long time. or nursed a sick cottager. a breed for whom Mrs. It drew courting couples every summer. which was considered by Mrs.?? Now she turned fully towards him. Charles could perhaps have trusted himself with fewer doubts to Mrs. what French abominations under every leaf. ??I will make my story short.

you are poor by chance. that in reality the British Whigs ??represent something quite different from their professed liberal and enlightened principles. so often did they not understand what the other had just said. as drunkards like drinking. But I shall suspect you. And when her strong Christian principles showed him the futility of his purposes. But it was better than nothing and thus encouraged. He smiled at her averted face.??Charles showed here an unaccountable moment of embarrass-ment. sweetly dry little face asleep beside him??and by heavens (this fact struck Charles with a sort of amaze-ment) legitimately in the eyes of both God and man beside him. But she lives there.????Quod est demonstrandum.?? Some gravely doubted whether anyone could actually have dared to say these words to the awesome lady. In any case. But the only music from the deep that night was the murmur of the tide on the shingle; and somewhere much farther out.