Eleanor
Ward, Mrs. Humphry, 1851-1920
English
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ELEANOR
BY
MRS. HUMPHRY WARD
_WITH ILLUSTRATIONS BY ALBERT STERNER_
1900
TO ITALY THE BELOVED AND BEAUTIFUL,
INSTRUCTRESS OF OUR PAST,
DELIGHT OF OUR PRESENT,
COMRADE OF OUR FUTURE:--
THE HEART OF AN ENGLISHWOMAN
OFFERS THIS BOOK.
LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS
ELEANOR
THE VILLA
LUCY FOSTER
THE BEAUTIFYING OF LUCY
THE LOGGIA
FATHER BENECKE
PART I.
'I would that you were all to me,
You that are just so much, no more.
Nor yours nor mine, nor slave nor free!
Where does the fault lie? What the core
O' the wound, since wound must be?'
CHAPTER I
'Let us be quite clear, Aunt Pattie--when does this young woman arrive?'
'In about half an hour. But really, Edward, you need take no trouble! she
is coming to visit me, and I will see that she doesn't get in your way.
Neither you nor Eleanor need trouble your heads about her.'
Miss Manisty--a small elderly lady in a cap--looked at her nephew with
a mild and deprecating air. The slight tremor of the hands, which were
crossed over the knitting on her lap, betrayed a certain nervousness; but
for all that she had the air of managing a familiar difficulty in familiar
ways.
The gentleman addressed shook his head impatiently.
'One never prepares for these catastrophes till they actually arrive,'
he muttered, taking up a magazine that lay on the table near him, and
restlessly playing with the leaves.
'I warned you yesterday.'
'And I forgot--and was happy. Eleanor--what are we going to do with Miss
Foster?'
A lady, who had been sitting at some little distance, rose and came
forward.
'Well, I should have thought the answer was simple. Here we are fifteen
miles from Rome. The trains might be better--still there are trains. Miss
Foster has never been to Europe before. Either Aunt Pattie's maid or mine
can take her to all the proper things--or there are plenty of people in
Rome--the Westertons--the Borrows?--who at a word from Aunt Pattie would
fly to look after her and take her about. I really don't see that you need
be so miserable!'
Mrs. Burgoyne stood looking down in some amusement at the aunt and nephew.
Edward Manisty, however, was not apparently consoled by her remarks. He
began to pace up and down the salon in a disturbance out of all proportion
to its cause. And as he walked he threw out phrases of ill-humour, so
that at last Miss Manisty, driven to defend herself, put the irresistible
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