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Updated: April 30, 2025
It was past midnight when, without undressing, he threw himself upon his bed in the little convent-like cell to snatch a few moments of sleep. Its spotless, peaceful walls and draperies affected him strangely, as if he had brought into its immaculate serenity the sanguine stain of war. He was awakened suddenly from a deep slumber by an indefinite sense of alarm.
While the men exchanged plans for the future, and smoked in comfort, Madame was often kneeling on a flat stone she had ordered sent to her little convent-like niche, praying for the salvation of the new world to be laid at the foot of God's throne, and to be a glory to old France. But the court of old France was revelling in pleasure and demanding furs for profit.
In the old French house on Royal Street, with its quaint windows and Spanish courtyard green and cool, and made musical by the plashing of the fountain and the trill of caged birds, lived Odalie in convent-like seclusion. Monsieur le Juge was determined no hawk should break through the cage and steal his dove; and so, though there was no mother, a stern duenna aunt kept faithful watch.
The reading of his beloved Latin works, almost all of them written by bishops and monks, had doubtless contributed to this crisis. Enveloped in a convent-like atmosphere, in a heady perfume of incense, his nervous brain had grown excitable. And by an association of ideas, these books had driven back the memories of his life as a young man, revealing in full light the years spent with the Fathers.
On the side of the street its frontage seemed to slumber, so lofty was it and dark, so sad and convent-like, with its great outer shutters, which were nearly always closed. And at the back in a little dark garden some trees had grown up and were straining toward the sunlight with such long slender branches that their tips were visible above the roof.
It looked dismal enough from the street, and inside it was extremely plain; there was the usual provincial courtyard chilly, prim, and neat; and the house itself was sober, almost convent-like, but in good repair. The carved woodwork, in the taste of the eighteenth century, had been painted gray.
It looked dismal enough from the street, and inside it was extremely plain; there was the usual provincial courtyard chilly, prim, and neat; and the house itself was sober, almost convent-like, but in good repair. The carved woodwork, in the taste of the eighteenth century, had been painted gray.
On his right-hand clumps of greenery were now climbing a height, and above them stretched a long bare yellow building of barrack or convent-like aspect. "The Quirinal, the King's palace," said the driver.
They were silent for a long time he, painting with an absent-minded air, she watching the movement of the brush, buried in an armchair in the sweet calm of rest. But the Alberca woman was incapable of remaining silent long. Little by little her usual chatter began, paying no attention to the painter's silence, talking to relieve the convent-like stillness of the studio with her words and laughter.
You see how I try to note down every trifle, knowing your anxiety. "Christal was sitting at the window, gazing at the high, blank, convent-like walls. Dull, helpless misery was in every line of her face and attitude. But the moment she saw me she rose up, her eyes darting fire. "'Have you come to insult me, Mr. Gwynne? Did I not send you word I would see no one?
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