on>Mrs. Humphry Ward
Marriage à la mode
Published by Good Press, 2019
EAN 4057664584380
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"Her whole being was seething with passionate and revengeful thought."
ILLUSTRATIONS
Daphne Floyd
"In the dead of night Daphne sat up in bed, looking at the face and head of her husband beside her on the pillow"
"Her whole being was seething with passionate and revengeful thought"
Marriage à la Mode
PART I
CHAPTER I
"A stifling hot day!" General Hobson lifted his hat and mopped his forehead indignantly. "What on earth this place can be like in June I can't conceive! The tenth of April, and I'll be bound the thermometer's somewhere near eighty in the shade. You never find the English climate playing you these tricks."
Roger Barnes looked at his uncle with amusement.
"Don't you like heat, Uncle Archie? Ah, but I forgot, it's American heat."
"I like a climate you can depend on," said the General, quite conscious that he was talking absurdly, yet none the less determined to talk, by way of relief to some obscure annoyance. "Here we are sweltering in this abominable heat, and in New York last week they had a blizzard, and here, even, it was cold enough to give me rheumatism. The climate's always in extremes—like the people."
"I'm sorry to find you don't like the States, Uncle Archie."
The young man sat down beside his uncle. They were in the deck saloon of a steamer which had left Washington about an hour before for Mount Vernon. Through the open doorway to their left they saw a wide expanse of river, flowing between banks of spring green, and above it thunderous clouds, in a hot blue. The saloon, and the decks outside, held a great crowd of passengers, of whom the majority were women.
The tone in which Roger Barnes spoke was good-tempered, but quite perfunctory. Any shrewd observer would have seen that whether his uncle liked the States or not did not in truth matter to him a whit.
"And I consider all the arrangements for this trip most unsatisfactory," the General continued angrily. "The steamer's too small, the landing-place is too small, the crowd getting on board was something disgraceful. They'll have a shocking accident one of these days. And what on earth are all these women here for—in the middle of the day? It's not a holiday."
"I believe it's a teachers' excursion," said young Barnes absently, his eyes resting on the rows of young women in white blouses and spring hats who sat in close-packed chairs upon
