The Half-Hearted eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 341 pages of information about The Half-Hearted.

“Hard for the knights, too, for they cannot come back and carry off their ladies.  In the old days it used to be so, but then simplicity has gone out of life.”

“And the princess waits and watches and cries herself to sleep?

“And the knight goes off to the World’s End and never forgets.”

They were at Glenavelin gates now, and stood silent against the moment of parting.  She flew to his arms, for a second his kisses were on her lips, and then came the sundering.  A storm of tears was in her heart, but with dry eyes she said the words of good-bye.  Meanwhile from the hills came a drift of snow, and a dreary wind sang in the pines the dirge of the dead summer, the plaint of long farewells.




If you travel abroad in certain seasons you will find that a type predominates among the travellers.  From Dover to Calais, from Calais to Paris, there is an unnatural eagerness on faces, an unrest in gait, a disorder in dress which argues worry and haste.  And if you inquire further, being of a speculative turn, you will find that there is something in the air.  The papers, French and English, have ugly headlines and mystic leaders.  Disquiet is in the atmosphere, each man has a solution or a secret, and far at the back sits some body of men who know that a crisis is near and square their backs for it.  The journalist is sick with work and fancied importance; the diplomat’s hair whitens with the game which he cannot understand; the statesman, if he be wise, is in fear, knowing the meaning of such movements, while, if he be foolish, he chirps optimistically in his speeches and is applauded in the press.  There are grey faces at the seats of the money-changers, for war, the scourge of small cords, seems preparing for the overturning of their tables, and the castigation of their persons.

Lewis and George rang the bell in the Faubourg St. Honore on a Monday afternoon, and asked for Lord Rideaux.  His lordship was out, but, if they were the English gentlemen who had the appointment with M. Gribton, Monsieur would be with them speedily.

Lewis looked about the heavily furnished ante-room with its pale yellow walls and thick, green curtains, with the air of a man trying to recall a memory.  “I came over here with John Lambert, when his father had the place.  That was just after I left Oxford.  Gad, I was a happy man then.  I thought I could do anything.  They put me next to Madame de Ravignet because of my French, and because old Ankerville declared that I ought to know the cleverest woman in Europe.  Sery, the man who was Premier last year, came and wrung my hand afterwards, said my fortune was assured because I had impressed the Ravignet, and no one had ever done it before except Bismarck.  Ugh, the place is full of ghosts Poor old John died a year after, and here am I, far enough, God knows, from my good intentions.”

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