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I felt I must know, must drag the secret out of her, and if it was what I thought in that unreasoning moment, I would kill us both. I threw myself forward on her so that she could not move. "Now tell me," I said. "You shall tell me, you promised you would." Viola looked up at me with a regretful gaze but without any shrinking from my savage look and grasp.
They did not know Dotty and Katie were following them, and they chatted away as if they were quite by themselves. "Emily, have you seen my Lilly Viola?" said one little girl to another. "Miss Percival has dressed her all over new with a red dressing-gown and a black hat."
I felt she had no real appreciation of the subject, and that any sympathetic utterance would be made to please me. How I hate being with a companion who automatically says what will please me! A servile compliance that one knows is false is more irritating to a person of intellect than contradiction. How different Viola had always been!
Viola was much consoled by the hope this account gave her, and now considered how she was to dispose of herself in a strange country, so far from home; and she asked the captain if he knew anything of Illyria. 'Ay, very well, madam, replied the captain, 'for I was born not three hours' travel from this place. 'Who governs here? said Viola.
No trace of Jevons or of Viola in Bruges. And in Ghent, in a certain hotel in the Place d'Armes, I ran up against Burton Withers, the man who used to be on the old Dispatch, and the very last person I could have wished to see. I didn't ask him if he'd seen Jevons; I didn't mention Jevons; but before we'd parted he had told me that, by the way, he'd come across Jevons in Bruges.
"She objects to my being here?" she said quickly. "Is it bothering you? Because, if it is, I'll go; that'll settle it." "It's awfully stupid. I'm so sorry, Viola; it's so idiotic of her." Viola smiled brightly up at me. "Never mind, I'll go. You'll be down soon, now." I held the door open for her, and with a smiling nod at me she passed through and went down the stairs.
Father decided that he needed help, and he spoke of taking in Mr. Blossom. I know no more than that," Viola answered. "Then LeGrand Blossom is the person to throw more light on that subject," said Dr. Lambert. To himself he added a mental reservation that he did not count much on what information might come from the head clerk. Blossom, in the mind of Dr.
By this time Viola had brought her perverse little heart into harmony with her real wish and, having quieted her nerves by a strong effort of will, she was ready to heed her mother's summons to enter the drawing-room.
She nodded her head without speaking and together they left the house. Rachel was standing on her porch as they came up the walk. The light through the open door at her back revealed her tall, motionless figure but not her face which was in shadow. "Kenneth wants to talk to you about something very important," said Viola unevenly, as they drew near.
But a glance at histrionic conditions in Shakespeare's day will show us immediately why he used this expedient of disguise not only for Portia and Rosalind, but for Viola and Imogen as well. Shakespeare wrote these parts to be played not by women but by boys.
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