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Updated: May 15, 2025
The sun, through the barred dusty windows, struck in long slant rays, athwart the confusion of the cellar, illuminating piles upon piles of gay, blue latticed chinaware, cups set out methodically in rows on the lids and bottoms of packing boxes; assorted sizes of plates and saucers, graded pyramidically, rising from the floor.
He admitted the visitor and conducted her into the house. Lavinia found herself in a small hall, stone paved, with a door on either side. The hall ran from the front to the back of the house and at the end a door opened into a wooden latticed porch. Beyond was a picturesque garden and further still the river shining in the sun. She heard men talking and apparently disputing.
"So, bit by bit, I found that Mr. Lorimer, my beauty's father, was a Scotchman, who had bought the ranch which had formerly belonged to the old Spanish family of the Yturris. Then I remembered pretty Inez and Dolores Yturri, with their black eyes, olive skins and soft, lazy embonpoint; and thought of golden-haired Jessy Lorimer in their dark, latticed rooms. "Jack, turn the picture to me.
I had been in luck, and a pile of sovereigns and notes lay, in agreeable confusion, on my dressing-table. My feverish blood declined to be tranquillized, and at last I drew up the blind, threw open the latticed window, and looked out on the drive and the pine-wood.
It was strange that she could hear no whisper of wind in the garden. Why, oh, why was that latticed door opening so noiselessly? Almost she believed that the spirits after all... And suddenly the recess darkened again, and Celia sat with her heart leaping and shivering in her breast. There was something black against the glass doors a man.
Then Caroline took one of the volumes her new teacher had brought, and retreated to a latticed window, which had a cushioned seat in it large enough for two, though I really do not believe she thought of that. At any rate, he did not accuse her of it, even in his thoughts, but went quietly to the window and took a seat by her side, at which she blushed a little, but did not move.
Sister Angela said: "I think not, Sister Mary Felice. Will you try one?" Sister Mary Felice said: "I thank you, Sister Angela." Then Sister Mary Felice took one to try. Then always Sister Angela, with the Indian basket on her arm, took all the little girls to the long back gallery that was latticed in. On a low shelf close against the lattice sat a row of white basins.
"You shall stay there until you promise me to tell nothing of this hour's conversation to Fabian," she says, with determination. "Then I shall probably stay here forever," replies Dulce from within, with equal determination. Portia going over to the fire seats herself by it. Dulce going to the latticed window inside seats herself by it. An hour goes by.
He turned and went blindly to the door, leaving her without a look behind. When he had gone she drew off her riding-gloves, removed her hat, and dropped them both upon the nearest chair, then crept wearily up the stairs to her room. A moment later the latticed wooden blinds at the end of the parlor swung open, and through the front window stepped Stephen Cortlandt.
Low, unpretentious, the latticed shutters of its two windows giving it but a scant air of privacy, indeed, they were scarred by the raps of careless passers-by on the sidewalk. The two little battened doors, one step up, were closed. I rapped, waited, and rapped again.
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