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Chapter 8 MOTHER AND SON.

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lozenges for the monkeys-Joseph-Early compliments-Ernesto pleads in vain-Down by the river-Music of the reeds-Rich prospect-Faust-Singers of the world-Joseph takes tickets-Gerona keeps late hours-Its

-H. C. retires-"Drink to me only with thine eyes"-Delormais' challenge-Leads t

e impression she left behind her. It was one of the most striking bits of Gerona the beautiful,

ere in full work down in the dry bed of the river; their altars threw out tongues of flame as wood

sharply cutting the grey sky. To our right, the boulevard stretched far down, with its waving, rustling trees. All the shows were in full operation;

th radiant face, his hands full of chestnuts freely offered and accepted. We

quite an object of bigotry and virtue; a wonderful knife for himself, full of sharp blades and secret springs. A purse capable of holding gold, and a pocket-book that would soon b

r smash windows, though I do go for the cats when I have a chance. It does them no harm. If I hit them, you hear a thud like a sound fr

rds, Ernesto, of fracture

at once n

es are nothing but india-rubber. You can't kill a cat. If one fell fr

ly still gropes in Egyptian darkness. The catapult was restored to safe depths, and before long no doubt m

the fair, insisted upon fastening his mother's mantilla with

nds," he cried excitedly, kissing his mother and duly admirin

rst thought. He bought me the brooch before he would look at

e boy, her eyes flashing with proud affection. No great c

would not change your lazy husband even if you had th

onfess to you all the same. I admit I would rather bear the ills I have th

st be a little sweetened. It is da

ed, a laugh fre

upon the scene till twelve o'clock. Not that I really mind; but it is a bad example

e off; he must certainly a

lavour is better. We must cross the iron bridge to get to the shows. I want to hear the lions growl, and admi

of harmless mischief, after the manner of boys healthy i

ions last night, still apparently in excellent health and spirits. Night was the great harvest-time, but even

and left," said madame, in the interval between two terrific

maining stalls in the market. These sold nothing but fruit and w

litely after the fashion of his country. "I thought, se?or, you might want me to pilot

studies at Tours for nothing, and was

ns roar and administer delicacies to the monkeys. And having no ambition to shake in our shoes or be taken up for cru

oy it so much more. And you would shriek with delight w

detesting monkeys, we have a conscience. Yours evidently has still to be awakened. But you m

mall packet of cayenne lozenges, he disappeared beyond the curtain. How the lions would roar or the monkeys re

-stream, waiting dejectedly in his boat for custom that would not come. The rustling reeds harmonised musically with the quiet flow of the water as it rippled and plashed on its way to the sea. To the left the plain spread far and wide-a rich, productive country with mu

rom Barcelona. Wonders would never cease. In this dull town, decaying remnant of Spain, there was an Opera-

seph, "and a very fine one; th

deed could dream of Titiens, never having heard of her? Or of Ilma di Murska?-those stars in the world of song: not to mention Grisi a

nd you shall point out all the élite of G

erformance was to be fashionably late. Everything in the way of entertainment is late in Spain, and especially in Gerona

st eight," said Joseph, "but

ON THE RI

the curtain. The house was nearly empty, though it was within five minutes of the app

e same. Before nine o'clock the house will

-had been so many cabbage-stalks. In various parts of the house there were notices forbidding smoking; but the musicians lighted their abominable pipes and cigars w

ely find room here. Curtains and all such elements disturbing to the voice were conspic

struction of the house, every one was very much in evidence, and from our places in the front stalls we saw and heard perfectly. "Monarchs of all we survey," said H. C. after a

any were dressed "in shimmer of satin and pearls," their white arms and necks very décolletés. Thus we had both a play and an opera. It was quite as amusing to study the audience between the acts, as to watch the drama upon the stage

uch more than many of our 'Coronets and Norman blood.' Yet as we passed Gerona in the train it seemed nothing but an encampment for beggars. Beggars?

acts, we came into closer conta

fro, smoking cigarettes, wildly gesticulating about Margaret, abusing the unfortunate Siebel, openly passing their opinions upon the ladies of the audience. Mixing freely amongst them we heard many an amus

to call upon some of them to-morrow. That exquisite creature, for instance, with the lovely eyes, perfect features

certain magnetic touch which recalled him to himse

t lovely girl? She ought to blush for herself. Her dress-bodice ends at the waist. And beh

n went up, and H. C.'s emotio

T IN

histopheles saved all from failure. She was pretty and refined, with a certain touching pathos that appealed to her hearers. She sang with grace, too

aughed aloud. When Valentine died she clasped her hands, not in despair but admiration of the fine performance, looked at the audience as much as to s

h him. In reality she must have hated him. Mephistopheles, on the contrary, was admir

red through their song. When it was ended the audience insisted upon having it all over again, whilst they ke

evening. Every one left in good

tude reigned. Once more the chestnut-roasters had departed and their sacrificial altars were cold and dead. Down the boulevard not a creature was visible. Stalls and booths were closed, torches extinguished. The leaves of the trees gently rustled and murmured in the night wind. We almost

s hand remained to be seen; stars shone clear and brilliant; the Great Bear ploughed his untiring way, an

Is your weatherwise astronomer f

is infallible," philosophically. "But our prophet has never been wro

alled Bildad the Shuhite. Was not he the wors

He was not acquainted

the honour of my p

teeped in gloom, all their quaint, old-world aspect hidden away. The night was growing apace, and it suddenly occurred to us that we had made a half-en

er sufficiently taken into account. As the thought flashed over us, a tall dark form in long cloak and

You told me you were going to the opera. I felt that when it was over you would come here star-gazing and lose yourselves in this wond

we returned. "We were wondering whether for once y

e reality of this mysterious link between the material and spiritual. Even sceptical Voltaire admitted some invisible influence he could not analyse. Sceptical? Will you persuade me a man with so terrible a death-bed was ever sceptic at heart? It is impossible. But how could you think I should change my mind and forget my engagement? Uncertai

o spend half their time in gazing at the great doorway, flashing weird lights and shadows with their lanterns. These they now turned upon us, but

ughed. "No general on this earth ever fought more valiantly than I to gain battles-but

nd of good courage; and we fancied-we were not quite certai

red the courtyard, and passed

one of whom had long been a ghost and shadow in its turn. Again we saw clearly as in a vision that last happy pair who had separated-he to find death on the battlefield, she to rejoin him

vy-eyed and dreamy, was politely wishing us goo

ep. To-morrow I shall hear that the good father's confessions terminated with the breakfast hour. Ah! I shall

to us, his eyes full

k you to give an old man an hour or two from your well-earned slumbers? Do you not also find the air of

kfast hour finds us here, as H. C. foretells, there shall b

elevated in song, utterly oblivious of small hours and unconscious neighbours. "Drink to me only with thine e

ly closed, and all was silent. H. C. was evidently thinking of the charming face he had seen a

ls seemed pregnant with the secrets of the past. They had listened to mighty dramas political and domestic; heard love-vows made only to be broken; absorbed the laughter

he turned up two lamps, and lighting some

nd lose myself in thought under the dark starlit skies, but th

s weakness that your palace will be called a S

Delormais. We did not understand it at

or which, if truth must be told, though slumbe

h I never travel," said the priest. "There are times when I visit the most uncivilised,

e spread through the room; the clear black

t? I do not see the century

charm would go; there are other fix

omily this morning was not needed. That is why yo

he steaming incense rising. A shaded lamp threw its rays upon the white china and crimson cloth, gently illumined the intell

nd moved and had their being, but were now invisible to all but the mental vision. The hands-firm, white, well-shaped and made for intellectual work-were spread out and met at the tips of the long sl

rd the rising of the incense from the coffee-cups, as it curled upwards in fantastic forms and devices, and died out. We were motionless as himself. Not ours to break the silence, though it grew strained. We had come to listen, a

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