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Alwyn's first work when he returned was to paint a large picture of Dot in her cream-coloured smock, hanging a withered garland round the neck of the blind hound. "Friends" he called it. Olivia was able to spend an hour or two at Galvaston House the day after the young couple returned. She found them in the studio with Dot and Eros.
'May I take him to see the performance? said Mr. Dutton. 'I live only at the corner of Berkshire Road, and there's a dairy just opposite where Monsieur has been allowed to keep up his accomplishment. Alwyn's legs, arms, and voice, were all excitement and entreaty; and Mr.
As a consequence of this restricted arrangement, very few outsiders could expect to be noticed for their work, unless they were in the "set," or at least had occasionally dined with one of the mystic Three or Four, . . and so it had chanced that Alwyn's first venture into literature had been totally disregarded by the Parthenon.
Alwyn's eyes rested on them unseeingly, his thoughts were very far away from all his surroundings. Before his imagination rose a Gehenna-like picture of the world in which he had to live, the world of fashion and form and usage, the world he was to try and rouse to a sense of better things.
They had not been alone together for more than a second since the evening of Alwyn's return, and there was a great shyness between them, which lasted till the first station was past without any irruption of newcomers.
"Nay! ... pray rather that they may find THEE!" He looked long and steadfastly at Alwyn's countenance, on which there was just then the faint glimmer of a rather mocking smile, and as he looked, his own face darkened suddenly into an expression of vague trouble and uneasiness and a strange quiver passed visibly through him from head to foot. "You are bold, Mr.
Still I understand what you mean, you long to SEE her again, to realize her tangible form and presence, well! this cannot be until you pass from this earth and adopt HER nature, . . unless, unless SHE descends hither, and adopts YOURS!" The last words were uttered slowly and impressively, and Alwyn's countenance brightened with a sudden irresistible rapture.
Before proceeding to the other side of the Atlantic to continue his inquiries there, the puzzled and distracted Alwyn set himself to ascertain the address of Captain Wheeler, who had commanded the Western Glory in the year of Alwyn's voyage out, and immediately wrote a letter to him on the subject.
Alwyn's appearance, when, with his friend Villiers, he had first entered the Duchess's drawing-room that evening, and had there been introduced to his hostess, had been a sort of revelation to the languid, fashionable guests assembled; sudden quick whispers were exchanged surprised glances, how unlike he was to the general type of the nervous, fagged, dyspeptic "literary" man!
She came home tired out, and thankful that her father went to rest in his own room. She climbed to the nursery, thinking to share Alwyn's tea and comfort him, but she found only nurse there. Nurse had a bad foot, and dreaded hot pavement, so she had sent Master Alwyn out with her subordinate, a country girl, to play in Mr.
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