Comedies of Courtship. Anthony Hope
Читать онлайн.| Название | Comedies of Courtship |
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| Автор произведения | Anthony Hope |
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| isbn | 4057664583208 |
Anthony Hope
Comedies of Courtship
Published by Good Press, 2019
EAN 4057664583208
Table of Contents
CHAPTER I. — THE VIRTUOUS HYPOCRITES
CHAPTER II. — SYMPATHY IN SORROW
CHAPTER III. — A PROVIDENTIAL DISCLOSURE
CHAPTER IV. — THE TALE OF A POSTMARK
CHAPTER VI. — A MAN WITH A THEORY
CHAPTER VII. — THE SIGHTS OF AVIGNON
CHAPTER VIII. — MR. AND MRS. ASHFORTH (1)
CHAPTER IX. — MR. AND MRS. ASHFORTH (2)
CHAPTER X. — MR. AND NOT MRS. ASHFORTH
CHAPTER XI. — A DYNAMITE OUTRAGE
CHAPTER XIII. — FAITHFUL TO DEATH
CHAPTER II. — MISS WALLACE’S FRIEND
CHAPTER IV. — A CATASTROPHE AT THE POOL
CHAPTER V. — AN UNFORESEEN CASE
CHAPTER VI. — THERE WAS SOMEBODY
CHAPTER VII. — THE INEVITABLE MEETING
CHAPTER VIII. — THE MORAL OF IT
CHAPTER IX. — TWO MEN OF SPIRIT
CHAPTER X. — THE INCARNATION OF LADY AGATHA
THE PHILOSOPHER IN THE APPLE ORCHARD
THE WHEEL OF LOVE
CHAPTER I. — THE VIRTUOUS HYPOCRITES
AT first sight they had as little reason for being unhappy as it is possible to have in a world half full of sorrow. They were young and healthy; half a dozen times they had each declared the other more than common good-looking; they both had, and never knew what it was not to have, money enough for comfort and, in addition that divine little superfluity wherefrom joys are born. The house was good to look at and good to live in; there were horses to ride, the river to go a-rowing on, and a big box from Mudie’s every week. No one worried them; Miss Bussey was generally visiting the poor; or, as was the case at this moment, asleep in her arm-chair, with Paul, the terrier, in his basket beside her, and the cat on her lap. Lastly, they were plighted lovers, and John was staying with Miss Bussey for the express purpose of delighting and being delighted by his fiancie, Mary Travers. For these and all their mercies certainly they should have been truly thankful.
However the heart of man is wicked. This fact alone can explain why Mary sat sadly in the drawing-room, feeling a letter that was tucked inside her waistband and John strode moodily up and down the gravel walk, a cigar, badly bitten, between his teeth, and his hand over and again covertly stealing toward his breast-pocket and pressing a scented note that lay there. In the course of every turn John would pass the window of the drawing-room; then Mary would look up with a smile and blow him a kiss, and he nodded and laughed and returned the salute. But, the window passed, both sighed deeply and returned to lingering those hidden missives.
“Poor little girl! I must keep it up,” said John.
“Dear good John! He must never know,” thought Mary.
And the two fell to thinking just what was remarked a few lines back, namely, that the human heart is very wicked; they were shocked at themselves; the young often are.
Miss Bussey awoke, sat up, evicted the cat, and found her spectacles.
“Where are those children?” said she. “Billing and cooing somewhere, I suppose. Bless me, why don’t they get tired of it?”
They had—not indeed of billing and cooing in general, for no one at their age does or ought to get tired of that—but of billing and cooing with one another.
It will be observed that the situation promised well for a tragedy. Nevertheless this is not the story of an unhappy marriage.
If there be one thing which Government should forbid, it is a secret engagement.