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Having taken the side of old Jervaise, I ought to have been comforted by this conclusion, and I tried to persuade myself that it indicated the only satisfactory termination to the brief drama of the night. I attempted to see the affair as a slightly ridiculous episode that had occupied exactly twelve hours and ended with an inevitable bathos.
Jervaise and I were of the race that has been steadily creating a fiction of the earth since the first appearance of inductive science in the days of prehistoric man; and we could not live for long outside the artificial realism of the thing we were making. We were not the creatures of a process, but little gods in a world-pantheon. I made no attempt to check him when he began to talk.
I felt as though she had by that one return to civility cancelled all that she said, and as we turned back to the house, I began to wonder whether the promise of my probation was as assured as I had, a minute earlier, so confidently believed. We were nearly at the little porch that would for ever be associated in my mind with the fumbling figure of Frank Jervaise, when she said, "One moment.
I intended to spend a lonely afternoon in thinking out some plan for exposing the treachery of Grace Tattersall, but as I was crossing the Hall, Frank Jervaise came up behind me. "Look here, Melhuish," he said. I looked. I did more than that; I confronted him. There is just a suspicion of red in my hair, and on occasion the influence of it is shown in my temper.
"She has always been spoilt," Olive said in what I thought was a slightly vindictive aside. "She's so impossibly headstrong," deplored Mrs. Jervaise. Her husband shook his head impatiently. "There is a limit to this kind of thing," he said. "She must be made to understand I will make her understand that we draw the line at midnight adventures of this kind." Mrs.
Already I was blushingly ashamed of my jealous suspicion that she could sell herself by a marriage with Jervaise. In all her moods, she appeared to me with an effect that I can only describe as "convincing." She was a perpetual revelation, and each new phase of her thrilled me with admiration, and a sense of long-sought satisfaction. I could be content to watch and to listen to her.
I said nothing about it to them, you understand; and then they found out that I hadn't slept in the house, and Miss Tattersall discovered by accident that I knew you by sight that was when you came up to the house this morning and after that everything I've ever done since infancy has somehow gone to prove that my single ambition in life has always been to help you in abducting Brenda Jervaise.
I wanted to think about her, to recall how she had looked and spoken at that window; in the course of her talk with Frank Jervaise; in the recent scene in the farm sitting-room when she had ambushed herself so persistently behind the ear of the settle; and, most of all, I desired to weigh every tone and expression I could remember in that last long conversation of ours; every least gesture or attention that might give me a hope of having won, in some degree, her regard or interest.
Jervaise and their circle of county friends as the vapourings of a weak mind. In short, Jervaise had made me aware of my own ineptitude, and it took me a full ten minutes before I could feel anything but resentment. We had passed back through the kitchen garden with its gouty espaliers, and come into the pleasance before I forgave him.
"Hold on a minute, I've got the key," Jervaise said. This was the first time he had spoken since we left the house. His tone seemed to suggest that he was afraid I should attempt to scale the wall or force my way through the bars of the gates. He had the key but he could not in that darkness fit it into the padlock; and he asked me if I had any matches.
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