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It began in a Woman’s Club in London on a February afternoon—an uncomfortable
club, and a miserable afternoon—when Mrs. Wilkins, who had come down from
Hampstead to shop and had lunched at her club, took up The Times from
the table in the smoking-room, and running her listless eye down the Agony
Column saw this: To Tho... |
Of course Mrs. Arbuthnot was not miserable—how could she be, she asked herself,
when God was taking care of her?—but she let that pass for the moment
unrepudiated, because of her conviction that here was another fellow-creature
in urgent need of her help; and not just boots and blankets and better sanitary
arrangements... |
The owner of the mediaeval castle was an Englishman, a Mr. Briggs, who was in
London at the moment and wrote that it had beds enough for eight people,
exclusive of servants, three sitting-rooms, battlements, dungeons, and electric
light. The rent was £60 for the month, the servants’ wages were extra, and he
wanted refe... |
It had been arranged that Mrs. Arbuthnot and Mrs. Wilkins, travelling together,
should arrive at San Salvatore on the evening of March 31st—the owner, who told
them how to get there, appreciated their disinclination to begin their time in
it on April 1st—and Lady Caroline and Mrs. Fisher, as yet unacquainted and
theref... |
It was cloudy in Italy, which surprised them. They had expected brilliant
sunshine. But never mind: it was Italy, and the very clouds looked fat. Neither
of them had ever been there before. Both gazed out of the windows with rapt
faces. The hours flew as long as it was daylight, and after that there was the
excitement ... |
When Mrs. Wilkins woke next morning she lay in bed a few minutes before getting
up and opening the shutters. What would she see out of her window? A shining
world, or a world of rain? But it would be beautiful; whatever it was would be
beautiful. She was in a little bedroom with bare white walls and a stone floor and s... |
Their eyes followed her admiringly. They had no idea they had been snubbed. It
was a disappointment, of course, to find she had forestalled them and that they
were not to have the happiness of preparing for her, of watching her face when
she arrived and first saw everything, but there was still Mrs. Fisher. They
would ... |
Presently, when Mrs. Wilkins and Mrs. Arbuthnot, unhampered by any duties,
wandered out and down the worn stone steps and under the pergola into the lower
garden, Mrs. Wilkins said to Mrs. Arbuthnot, who seemed pensive, “Don’t you see
that if somebody else does the ordering it frees us?” Mrs. Arbuthnot said she did see... |
That one of the two sitting-rooms which Mrs. Fisher had taken for her own was a
room of charm and character. She surveyed it with satisfaction on going into it
after breakfast, and was glad it was hers. It had a tiled floor, and walls the
colour of pale honey, and inlaid furniture the colour of amber, and mellow
books,... |
"There was no way of getting into or out of the top garden at San Salvatore\nexcept through the two (...TRUNCATED) |
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