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Updated: May 22, 2025
Yet if the light in the cave was less supernaturally blue, the chant of its tides less laden with unimaginable music, it was still a thronged and echoing place when Undine Spragg appeared on its threshold... His mother and sister of course wanted him to marry.
The old Fisherman, although grieved to the heart, resigned himself more readily to the awful dispensation; and when Bertalda kept calling Undine a witch and a murderer, the old man calmly answered: "The stroke could not be turned away.
The old fisherman was beyond measure astonished at this; and his wife, who was just re-entering the room, was even more surprised than he, that neither of them had ever seen these jewels in the child's possession. "My parents," said Undine, "sewed these trinkets to that beautiful raiment which I wore the very day I came to you.
Biassed by this mutual affection, they both persuaded the one her foster-parents, the other her husband to postpone the day of departure from time to time; indeed, it was even proposed that Bertalda should accompany Undine for a time to castle Ringstetten, near the source of the Danube.
Undine shades of La Motte Fouqué is quite the most disagreeable girl in our fiction. She has been put under a glass and subjected to the air-pump pressure of Mrs. Wharton's art. She is a much more viable creature than the author's earlier Lily Bart, the heroine of The House of Mirth.
It was a disappointment to Undine to hear that his affairs were not prospering, for she knew that in his world "pull" and solvency were closely related, and that such support as she had hoped he might give her would be contingent on his own situation.
That is indeed a creation of genius. I shall never forget Undine." Her eyes wandered to the sweet spirituelle face and fair golden hair of her sister. Lionel Dacre's glance followed hers. "I know what you are thinking of," he said "Miss Lillian is a perfect Undine.
Only let her do nothing to harm my beloved Undine! She will have my curse if it be so." The last words of this letter, Bertalda flung to the winds, but she carefully retained the part respecting her absence from her father just as we are all wont to do in similar circumstances.
"May I get you an ice, madam?" asked the Mephistopheles in a queer, strained voice. Undine turned her face towards him, and her eyes flashed curiously through the mask. "You may," she replied, also disguising her voice, "if you will tell me who you are." "That I dare not," was the guarded reply. "My name is never mentioned in ears polite, you know." Undine smiled.
"Oh God!" he thought to himself, "if Undine has ventured a step into that fearful forest, perhaps in her charming wilfulness, just because I was not allowed to tell her about it; and now the stream may be rolling between us, and she may be weeping on the other side alone, among phantoms and spectres!"
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