Double Harness. Anthony Hope
Читать онлайн.| Название | Double Harness |
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| Автор произведения | Anthony Hope |
| Жанр | Языкознание |
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| isbn | 4064066235581 |
Anthony Hope
Double Harness
Published by Good Press, 2019
EAN 4064066235581
Table of Contents
CHAPTER I SOME VIEWS OF THE INSTITUTION
CHAPTER VI NOT PEACE BUT A SWORD
CHAPTER VII A VINDICATION OF CONSCIENCE
CHAPTER VIII IDEALS AND ASPIRATIONS
CHAPTER IX A SUCCESSFUL MISSION
CHAPTER XII IMAGES AND THEIR WORK
CHAPTER XIII THE DEAD AND ITS DEAD
CHAPTER XIV FOR HIS LOVE AND HIS QUARREL
CHAPTER XV IN THE TEETH OF THE STORM
CHAPTER XVI THE UPPER AND THE NETHER STONE
CHAPTER XVIII THE RISING GENERATION
CHAPTER XXI AN UNCOMPROMISING EXPRESSION
CHAPTER XXII ASPIRATIONS AND COMMON SENSE
CHAPTER XXV PICKING UP THE PIECES
CHAPTER XXVII SAMPLES OF THE BULK
CHAPTER XXVIII TO LIFE AND LIGHT AGAIN
CHAPTER I
SOME VIEWS OF THE INSTITUTION
The house—a large, plain white building with no architectural pretensions—stood on a high swell of the downs and looked across the valley in which Milldean village lay, and thence over rolling stretches of close turf, till the prospect ended in the gleam of waves and the silver-grey mist that lay over the sea. It was a fine, open, free view. The air was fresh, with a touch of salt in it, and made the heat of the sun more than endurable—even welcome and nourishing. Tom Courtland, raising himself from the grass and sitting up straight, gave utterance to what his surroundings declared to be a very natural exclamation:
"What a bore to leave this and go back to town!"
"Stay a bit longer, old chap," urged his host, Grantley Imason, who lay full length on his back on the turf, with a straw hat over his eyes and nose, and a pipe, long gone out, between his teeth.
"Back to my wife!" Courtland went on, without noticing the invitation.
With a faint sigh Grantley Imason sat up, put his hat on his head, and knocked out his pipe. He glanced at his friend with a look of satirical amusement.
"You're encouraging company for a man who's just got engaged," he remarked.
"It's the devil of a business—sort of thing some of those fellows would write a book about. But it's not worth a book. A page of strong and indiscriminate swearing—that's what it's worth, Grantley."
Grantley sighed again as he searched for his tobacco-pouch. The sigh seemed to hover doubtfully between a faint sympathy and a resigned boredom.
"And no end to it—none in sight! I don't know whether it's legal cruelty to throw library books and so on at your husband's head——"
"Depends on whether you ever hit him, I should think; and they'd probably conclude a woman never would."
"But what an ass I should look if I went into court with that sort of story!"
"Yes, you would look an ass," Grantley agreed. "Doesn't she give you—well, any other chance, you know?"
"Not she! My dear fellow, she's most aggressively the other way."
"Then why don't you give her a chance?"
"What, you mean——?"
"Am I so very cryptic?" murmured Grantley as he lit his pipe.
"I'm a Member of Parliament."
"Yes, I forgot. That's a bit awkward."
"Besides, there are the children. I don't want my children to think their father a scoundrel." He paused, and added grimly: "And I don't want them to be left to their mother's bringing-up either."
"Then we seem to have exhausted the resources of the law."
"The children complicate it so. Wait till you have some of your own, Grantley."