IV

The near Thursday, coming nearer and bringing Sir Luke Strett, brought also blessedly an abatement of other rigours. The weather changed, the stubborn storm yielded, and the autumn sunshine, baffled for many days, but now hot and almost vindictive, came into its own again...

II

He didn’t go home, on leaving her—he didn’t want to; he walked instead, through his narrow ways and his campi with gothic arches, to a small and comparatively sequestered café where he had already more than once found refreshment and comparative repose,...

II

It was extraordinary enough that he should actually be finding himself, when Thursday arrived, none so wide of the mark. Kate hadn’t come all the way to this for him, but she had come to a good deal by the end of a quarter...

II

A prime reason, we must add, why sundry impressions were not to be fully present to the girl till later on was that they yielded at this stage, with an effect of sharp supersession, to a detached quarter of an hour—her only one—with...

II

That sense of quantities, separate or mixed, was really, no doubt, what most prevailed at first for our slightly gasping American pair; it found utterance for them in their frequent remark to each other that they had no one but themselves to thank. It...

I

The two ladies who, in advance of the Swiss season, had been warned that their design was unconsidered, that the passes wouldn’t be clear, nor the air mild, nor the inns open—the two ladies who, characteristically, had braved a good deal of possibly interested...

II

She had gone to Mrs Lowder on her mother’s death—gone with an effort the strain and pain of which made her at present, as she recalled them, reflect on the long way she had travelled since then. There had been nothing else to do—not...

V

Kate slowly rose; it was, since she had lighted the candles and sat down, the first movement she had made. ‘Are you trying to fix it on me that I must have told him?’ She spoke not so much in resentment as in pale...

III

They came to it almost immediately; he was to wonder afterwards at the fewness of their steps. ‘She has turned her face to the wall.’ ‘You mean she’s worse?’ The poor lady stood there as she had stopped; Densher had, in the instant flare of...

I

It was after they had gone that he truly felt the difference, which was most to be felt moreover in his faded old rooms*. He had recovered from the first a part of his attachment to this scene of contemplation, within sight,...