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I am the base baritone with the Grand Yea Opera Company. I should like to make a confession at this time. A confession? Yes. I would like to confess to murder. Where are you now, Mr. Mazzini? I am calling from my dressing room here at the Grand Yea Opera House. In just a very few moments, I will step up on the stage and finish my performance in Mozart's opera Don Giovanni. It is my last performance. I shall try to explain. About the confession you wanted to make, Mr. Mazzini, my explanation, Lieutenant, becomes the confession. Your law books tell you that murder begins with reason. This murder that I had committed did not begin with the reason. It began with a weakness, a weakness. My weakness was a woman, not the woman I married, but rather the woman I loved, Leola Dante's. I was successful in hiding my association with Leola from the people around me, except in the eyes of one man, Felix Levine, the general manager of the company. Two weeks ago, after a performance of the Marriage of Figaro, Felix encouraged that he wanted to see me. I finished dressing and started across the stage on my way to his office. The opera house was deserted, and I was quite surprised to find him standing there on that barren stage under that single work light staring out into the darkened auditorium. Oh, I would like to talk to you, Nicolo, if you have a few minutes. Of course, Felix. There's something very important we must discuss. By all means, let's discuss it. May I be very frank with you? I would have it no other way. Good. I am happy you feel that way. First, I have known for some time about you and Leola Dante's. So, you know about Leola Dante's? And who else besides you, Felix knows? I have tried as best I could to keep it from the others. And my wife? Have you told my wife? No, no, Nicolo. I did not have the heart. I wanted to spare Irene's feelings. You? You wanted to spare her feelings? This touches me deeply. I don't know what you mean. This concern of yours, it really is not so much for me as it is for Irene.  Or you want to spare her feelings. Don't read meaning where there is no meaning, Nicolo. I think that you've been waiting for something like this for a long time. Tell me, Felix, are you masking your love for Irene with pity? Your reason has gone. What else can I believe? What other possible reason can there be for this threat? Do you know what these are, Nicolo? Papers, pieces of paper. They are bills, hundreds of them. Look at them, Nicolo, bills. Bills that you have run up. Almost $5,000 worth of flowers, champagne and gifts. What are you doing with these? They were sent here to the company as attachments on your guarantee for the present season. So? So, it turns out, Nicolo, that there isn't any more guarantee. You've already been advanced way over your guarantee. At the moment, you owe the company almost an entire season. Oh, I don't believe you. It's impossible. It's not impossible, Nicolo. But, Felix, this question of the money can so easily be solved. This creditors know me. They know that next season I will take care of... Nicolo, Nicolo, there won't be any next season for you. I don't understand. I have a contract. I am going to break it. You waited for this moment for a long time. Haven't you?  I am being much more realistic about this than you can possibly imagine. Are you really?  I have a mistake? I am not a violent man. I dislike violence very much. But you really haven't given me any alternative. You have only given me one choice to make. What do you mean? The opera house is so quiet at night when no one is here. Listen, Felix, not a sound. Nicolo, what is wrong with you? Look at the enormous shadows we throw upon the stage from this work light. Are you trying to frighten me? You won't, you know. No, I am not trying to scare you, Felix. That would do no good at all. Then what are you talking about? The money problem was your business. But my association with Leoladantes was no concern of yours, Felix. Not whatsoever. Nicolo! I grabbed this shirt and twisted the collar. And this grew red. And then I yanked at the work light, lifted it high, and with all my strands brought it crashing down on his head. I released my hand from his collar. He swayed for a moment and then fell awkwardly down upon the stage. I reached over and picked up the beers lying on the table. Then I heard it. A sound from out in the auditorium. A sound of something or someone. It was too dark to see anything. I rushed over to the electrician case through the house light switch and rushed back on the stage. There, sitting in the sixth or seventh row, staring at me in complete bewilderment, was a beady-eyed man wearing a brown jacket with a head of flaming red air. You! You! Out there! Who are you? What are you doing out there? Don't sit there looking at me. Say something! Oh, so you are scared, is that it? Did you see everything? No, no, don't move. Wait, wait, I want to talk to you.  Are you afraid of me? Why don't you answer me? You are afraid of me, aren't you? Come back here. You come back, I want to talk to you. He was gone. I stood there and could feel the perspiration roll down off my face. I realized that a red-headed man had just witnessed the murder that I had committed. Mr. Ezio Pinza in Aria from Murder. Tonight's production in Radio's outstanding theatre of thrills. Suspends. The zoo has a giraffe with the longest neck in the world. Ah, but it can't be as long as the life of an auto-light-stay-full battery, the battery that needs water only three times a year in normal car use. Why, that world-famous-stay-full battery gives 70% longer life, and this is proven by tests conducted according to SAE minimum life cycle standards. Harlow, when this giraffe takes a drink, the water doesn't get down for a month. But half the auto-light-stay-full battery only needs a drink three times a year in normal car use. This giraffe's neck is so long that when his head is in Tuesday, his tail is still in last week. Now there's a guy who needs fiberglass retaining mats to keep all the energy in one place. That's what they do for the auto-light-stay-full battery because fiberglass retaining mats protect every positive plate to prevent shedding and flaking and keep the power-producing materials in place for fast, dependable starts. So see your auto-light-battery dealer. Have him install in your car an auto-light-stay-full battery. And remember, you're always right with auto-light. And now auto-light brings back to our Hollywood sound stage Mr. Eziel Pinza and Harriet Lewis' production of Aria from Murder. A tale well-calculated to keep you in... suspense. I've been in the alley next to the opera for a long time. My mind was confused and I felt numb with pain. Not an abnormal reaction for a man who has just committed a murder, I believe. This witness of flaming red air that moment might have been on his way to the police. Ah, that man sees refuge. My weakness was my refuge. And I went to my weakness. He, darling. Leola, Leola. Sit down, darling. I'll fix your drink. I need it. Recognize the record, girl? Yes. One of your best, I thought. It seems so long ago. Is there something wrong, Nikki? Wrong, Leola. Why, no, no. There is nothing wrong. Ah. Here. Here's your drink. Thank you. I know there's something wrong. Why? Whatever gives you that idea? Because. Forgotten. And it's not likely for you to forget, Nikki. Forgotten? You've forgotten to bring me something. And you never forget unless there's something wrong. Oh, Leola. I am sorry. Nikki, please. I know something is wrong. Now, tell me what it is. Something to do with your wife? Has she found out? No, nothing, nothing. Well, then tell me, please. Leola. What is it, Nikki? Tell me. Please. Leola. Leola, tell me. You love me, tell me. Nikki, you know I do. Oh, darling. Nikki, no, wait. Now, wait, please. First, tell me what it is. Tonight, just after the performance, Felix Levine sent word that he wanted to see me on stage.  He knew all about us. Had to come out sooner or later, didn't it, Nikki? He threatened to go to Irene, my wife. He threatened to tell her everything. And then he threatened to go to the newspaper. Oh. Do you see what that would have meant? I'm afraid I don't quite follow you. Oh, don't you understand, Leola? What it would involve? The scandal? The effect it would have on my reputation? I see. He offered to bargain with me. Bargain? Yes. If I would stop seeing you, it would remain silent. He became very adamant in his demand. And when I refused, he became violent. I, too, became violent. And in a rage, I hit him with a stagework light. He... What are you trying to say? Oh, Leola, I killed him. Nick? And Leola, while I was standing over his body, I heard the noise from out in the auditorium. Someone out there in the auditorium had seen the entire thing. What? I rushed to turn the house lights on. A man wearing a brown coat with beady eyes and flaming red air was sitting there looking at me. Who was he? Oh, I don't know.  Are you sure he saw everything? Oh, there is no doubt of it. Well... I really don't know what to say. I... Guy suspected that something like this would happen. Oh, what are you talking about? Who am I supposed to condone what you did, Nicky? Oh, I need your help, Leola. My help? How can I help you, Nicky? Oh, Leola, darling, please! This isn't something I asked you to do. It's best it happened this way. Because you'd have to wake up sometime. It's a hard, cruel world, Mr. Opera Singer. Am I supposed to comfort this thing? Am I supposed to become involved in this whole rotten mess all because you made a mistake? Well, don't you understand that what I did, I did for us to keep us together? Take your last bow, Nicky. The curtain's about to ring down. Just like it falls on one of those operas you was singing. Oh, don't you realize that if Felix had gone through with what he threatened to, it would have meant losing you? It's funny to see you standing there. So strong and yet so weak. So much like a little boy. And yet so very much an old man. Did you ever actually believe that I was capable of loving you? Leola, I won't believe this. I won't believe it! Put the key to the apartment on the table as you leave, Nicky. I left Leola's apartment in a daze and I went home just as a condemned man goes to the gallows and waited for the police. But the police never came. At least they didn't come the first day after the murder. The second day I did receive a call from the police. It was a routine check. They told me they wanted to know if I knew anything about the crime or if I suspected anyone. My answers were vague. I was safe. Safe from the police. Finally, not being able to contain myself any longer, I decided to call Leola. Just before my Saturday morning, your parts were done off. That's the overdure, Mr. Mazzini. Yes, thank you. It looks like the police made this miss the case. What happened, flaming red hair, Nicky? I don't know. There was such a man, Nicky. I swear there was such a person, Leola. I swear to you. Why does he wait? Why doesn't he go to the police? I don't know. Oh, Leola, please. May I come to see you? Not yet. At least not until this whole thing is over completely. Leola, please. Let's say at least until we're sure that this man in the brown coat and red hair doesn't put in an appearance. Let's wait, Nicky. Shall we? Yes, Leola. We'll wait. So I waited. Waited for I didn't know what. Possibly I was waiting for a knock at the door or the ring of the phone, expecting at any moment it would be the police. At the end of the second week, I found myself beginning to regain my composure. But yet, beneath that composure, I still waited. On Friday night, I was to sing as Camilo. While potting on my makeup, in my dressing room, I received a phone call. Hello? Please, I am busy. I was just telling my friends my... Talking about... Barbers, tell me how receptionist. You? Who are you? I don't know what you're talking about. Ah, let's not be corny, Nick. Why didn't you go to the police? Why didn't you... You were saying what? I sing very well. Listen to me. I haven't got the time right now, Nick. I think I'll call you in a day or so and let you know just how well I want you to sing. But listen to me. It's gonna be an expensive song. Just remember that. A real expensive song. Wait! Wait! Please, please! The man in the brown coat and flaming red air had finally come out from his hiding place. And now I knew the reason why he had remained silent. He was going to blackmail me. He had seen everything. There was no escape for me now. I was helpless. How was I going to pay any demands he might make? As for the other creditors, I could easily have taken care of them. But this new creditor, he was a demand that could not be taken care of. Yes, this man in the brown jacket with flaming red air had my life in his hands. And he knew it. That evening my performance in Carmen was a mockery. I sang as Camillo as if in a trance. I think that even the cast around me suspected something was wrong. Saturday I waited for his phone call, but it didn't come. Then in the afternoon, I received a call to report to the opera house wardrobe room for a costume fitting. I went down. I walked down on the long side alley entrance to the opera house. I opened the door and stepped in. Hello, Mr. Marzini. The doorman greeted me and I nodded to him. And as I lifted my head, there sitting next to the doorman, he's back to me, was the man in the brown coat and flaming red air. I walked rapidly across the stage. I made my way back to a darkened corner from where I could watch the two of them. What was he doing here? Had he purposely exposed himself to me? It must have been a phenomena and the doorman received the phone call and left. Now, the man with red air was sitting at the stage door alone. He's back to me. I fell behind me and my hand closed upon a wooden stage brace. Then I made my way carefully against the back brick wall of the opera house. I was only a few feet from him now. I looked around. There was no one inside. And then I was upon him. I brought the stage brace crashing down in his head. He did not cry out and I caught him before he fell out of the chair. I held him in my arms waiting. No sounds, no one at all. I lifted him upon my shoulders and in darkness made my way back to my dressing room. I kicked the door closed behind me, emptied my traveling trunk and deposited the body in it. In the morning I could have the trunk delivered to my home and dispose of its contents. I left the opera house. A great weight had suddenly been lifted from my shoulders. As I arrived at the opera house tonight, I knew that I was to give a performance of opera that the patrons would never forget. A few minutes before I was to go on stage, I was putting the finishing touches on my make-up. Hello? Nova, what I said, Nick, have you thought about singing for me?  Very much alive. This is a joke. Tomorrow I dozen't, Alice. That should keep me from singing. I don't, don't... I'll phone you to...  No. I had not made a mistake, Lieutenant. I am sure you can guess the obvious. Be all the dotties. Yes. She was the only other person besides the man with the red hair who knew about Felix Levine. There's another guy who called you. It must have been somebody she hired. The woman for whom I had killed twice had betrayed me. We call it blackmail, Mr. Mazzini. Oh, it matters so little now. Well, we'll pick him up and then we'll be down for you. I shall be ready. Your own, Mr. Mazzini. Coming. With your permission, Lieutenant Morgan, I go to give my finish, my final performance. Sing well, Mr. Mazzini. What a voice. Eh, far and few between. Where's Red? Don't worry, I saw him around this afternoon and he just disappeared. He wanted to hear Mazzini, didn't he? Are you kidding? Mazzini's his whole life. I don't think there's anything in the world he wouldn't do for Mazzini. Well, that's because he wanted to be a singer himself. Probably. A singer? That crazy red-headed singer? How could a guy who was born a mute be a singer? Hence, presented by Autolite. Tonight's star, Mr. Ezio Pinza. Well, Harlow, if you're through horsing around, I'll go now. Nay, nay, hap, not till I tell you that Autolite makes more than 400 products for trucks, cars, planes and boats in 28 plants coast to coast. These include complete electrical systems used as original equipment for many makes of America's finest cars. 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section 38 of Violet Osborne. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer please visit LibriVox.org. Violet Osborne by Lady Emily Ponsonby. Volume 3 chapter 10. She said brokenly that she knew it. She had failed in sweet humility, had failed in all, the Princess. It was not long before Violet was convinced that in forwarding a removal from Holy Well she would not be opposing her father's private wishes. Mr. Osborne was not old, but he was beginning to lose his activity, and some touches of rheumatism made the state of the weather a matter of importance to him. Under these circumstances his mind reverted to old friends, and he was far from reluctant to think of a return to that life of London in which he had passed the chief part of his days, and for which, from custom and habit as well as natural taste, he felt himself to be most fit. With Mrs. Osborne it was otherwise, but Violet knew her mother well enough to be aware that to her the yielding of her wishes was a greater happiness than their gratification would be. And this not as a form of speech, but in very truth. Before, however, she had allowed herself to dwell on the thought of a change, a circumstance occurred that again altered her decision. One morning, ongoing to the school to assist Amy White in hearing her classes, she found the school dismissed and Amy alone. Am I late? She said, looking at her watch. Or is it a holiday? Amy blushed when she replied that it was not by rights a holiday. But she was busy, and she had sent the children home.  No, Mrs. Osborne, but I have something to tell you. I was going to you to tell you this morning. Do you know that I am going to give up the school? Oh, Amy, I am so glad, Violet said, heartily, I hope you have got something that suits you better. When was this settled? Only yesterday. I was going this very moment to tell you no one knows it as yet. And where are you going? Amy blushed again at present only to be naming the little town. I am going there this afternoon to look for lodgings. So soon. Oh, Amy, Violet added smilingly. I think I see how it is. I think I guess what has caused the change.  Amy blushed more violently, but made a sort of acquiescence. I am so glad Violet continued in a hearty ear way, fearing less Amy, remembering an old conversation, dreaded a new interference. And I wish you so much happiness. May I ask who the person is? But Amy looked down and was silent. Dear Amy, you cannot think how often I have been afraid that I once made you unhappy by my advice. Do not fear me now. I am sure you are a better judge about will make you happy than I can be. Oh, no, Miss Osborn, I am so thankful to you for your advice for that advice, especially do not repent of it. I don't unless you do. Well, will you not tell me? No answer. I won't ask you anymore. Violet said feeling a little hurt, but conquering the feeling you will tell me I am sure when it is all settled. Meanwhile, I'm very glad, dear Amy, that happier prospects are opening for you. May I go in and see your mother? Oh, yes, Miss Osborn, and pray do not think me ungrateful. And tears came into Amy's eyes. Violet was surprised at her manner. But after some more kind speeches went into the neat little kitchen, where Mrs. White was as usual seated by the fire with her custom kindness, she begged her not to get up and sit down beside her. This is great news that Amy has been telling me, Mrs. White, what has Amy told you? Mrs. White asked, and a shade of pink tinged her faded cheeks. She has not told me much, but quite enough for me to call it great news that you are going to leave this place and that there is she does not deny it a marriage in prospect. I wish you joy of both things, Mrs. White, for I know you will not much regret the parting from Holy Well. I have no quarrel with Holy Well, Miss Osborn, Mrs. White said peevishly, few people who had been used to better things would have thought it a boon to live in a kitchen. Perhaps not. I hope you will never have to do it again. I think not. And she smiled grimly. Amy is very close. She will not tell me anything about these prospects or this intended husband. Why is it to be a secret from me? Perhaps she thinks she will be jealous, violet colored at the insulin freedom, and with difficulty restrained a sharp answer. But she had long resolved that Mrs. White should not provoke her. And she only carelessly replied, that is not likely. Well, I will not detain you if you are busy. But you must remember, she added, with all her usual sweetness of manner, that I am an old friend. And if there is anything I can do to help you in your removing, I shall be only happy to do it. Thank you, Miss Osborn. I believe you have tried to do what you could for us. But it has been a weary time. And I am in hopes we have found more able friends at last. Violet's heart swelled at the thanklessness of one for whom she had indeed tried to do all she could. But she said no more and left the room.   She said earnestly, she has been awake all night with rheumatism in her bones. And it makes her speak what she does not mean. Thank you, Amy, Violet said, smiling and holding out her hand. Whoever has done it, I am sure I am thankful to him for taking you and your mother out of a situation for which you are not fit. I hope all bad days are past. And all good ones are to come. As she crossed the garden on her departure, Sir William Hamilton approached from the road, and they both reached the gate together. He had been walking in his stiff way, with his eyes seeing only the ground, but he then looked up and looked even more shy than usual. There is no school, Violet said. Miss White has dismissed the children. Oh, indeed. He replied with embarrassment. Is Ida coming? Is she in the village? No, Ida is at home today. I am. I am on business here. Then I won't detain you. Goodbye. And Violet hurried on. For a few steps, she hurried and then walked slowly and began to think of the disappointments of her life. Amy, Lionel, Ida, she thought of all the bright visions of a few years back of the happiness it seemed to be her work to bring on all around. And she sighed as she walked. Holy Well had certainly lost and was losing its charms. There was little to be done, but the old routine, which Ida was as well able to attend to as she was, and with the restlessness common to disappointed yet not hopeless affections, she pictured another sphere and new scenes where a field of labor might open sufficient to give ease to her uneasy heart, more languidly than usual, and wrapped in a brown study. She walked till she heard her name called from behind her and saw Mr. Pope. She had not walked fast, but he was partly and in his efforts to overtake her was breathless. She waited till he reached her and then said, What a fine day, Mr. Pope, a greeting that was always music to his ears for the fine days of Holy Well were his own creation in imagination at least. Glorious harvest weather, he said, stroking his chest. We have much in this locality to be thankful for. Well, Miss Osborne, we come from our duties. You from your instructions, and I from my study. My duty has been small today. Miss White had dismissed the children. I was aware of the fact. I saw the children from my study window and questioned them as to what they did at that unseasonable hour.  In fact, Miss Osborne, it was of this, of some singular suspicions that have crossed my mind that I came to speak to you. I speak in confidence. He looked around and about, and then drawing nearer and lowering his voice asked, Has it ever struck you that Sir William Hamilton is? I scarcely know how to word the question. Suppose we say more attentive than is becoming to Miss White. While it started, no, she said, I never observed anything. You are aware that he is at this moment at the school? Yes, he said he was on business. Ahem, ahem. It is hardly befitting my position, Miss Osborne, to dwell upon suspicious appearances to a young lady of your age. But Miss White is more or less under your protection, and I confess that, feeling perplexed how to act, I was anxious to know what steps you would think it right for me to take. Do you know that Miss White is going to leave the school? Violet asked. To leave the school? Astonishing. She told me the fact this morning. I should not repeat it, but that it may help you in coming to a decision. Perhaps it will be better to wait for a day or two and see how things turn out. She will be sure to go to you this evening, if her plans are sufficiently formed. To leave the school? Astonishing. I feel myself utterly perplexed. Pray, Miss Osborne, how do you account for this singular and sudden resolution? I fancy she is going to be married, but as she did not, in plain words, tell me so. I would rather not have my guests mentioned. Married. It is impossible. Yet it is certainly singular. I trust, Miss Osborne, we shall have no scandals in this locality. I am sure I trust not. If you do not hear from Miss White today, do you like me to speak to her tomorrow? I am not afraid of her doing anything wrong. But I do not think she is very wise, and if there is anything in her ways that you disapprove, I think it would be kind to point it out. It might be less painful for me than for you. It may perhaps be well to tell you the truth, Miss Osborne, though my eyes are wide open and few things escape them. Yet this did escape me. Suspicions regarding any of my flock, who are, thank God, superior in contact to the generality of men, is not a feature of my mind. But yesterday a person in whom I have some confidence breathed a word in my ear, which made me at once awake and alive, and the events of this morning. The dismissal of the children in the visit of Sir William were, as you may believe, confirmation strong as proofs of holy writ. Still, appearances are deceitful things. Sir William has shown, as I know from Miss Hamilton, much interest in Miss White's circumstances. Perhaps he is only helping her to some better situation. Will it not be better to wait for a day or two before you do anything? Mr. Pope consented to a delay, and Violet returned home. But though to him she had suggested other possibilities, in her own mind the case was clear. Sir William intended to marry Amy White. Amy White was to be Ida's stepmother. When she recalled Amy's intense blushes and Miss White's words, she felt there was no room for doubt. And is this to my fault, Memma? She said, as she poured out of a full heart all her fears and suspicions. If this should prove to be the case, will it be laid at my door? Is it because I have foolishly petted her and advised her wrongly? No, dearest, you have nothing to do with it. How could you have? You must not be morbid, darling, in your self condemnation. Certainly we do not always know what will be the end of the words we speak or the advice we give. But God is too merciful to lay such results to our charge. Why, dear, a man would never dare to speak at all if he had to consider in such a degree the consequences of his words. Let us try to speak good words, the very best we can, and then leave results to God. Mrs. Osborn's advice to Violet was needful. For she, who once in her cheerful confidence had almost felt she could do no wrong, now saddened and depressed, was haunted with the nightmare of her past errors, negligences, ignorances, short-sightedness, and human infirmities of all kinds, it was probably unneedful, but it was a severe discipline. When once a suspicion has been breathed, even when there are no evil tongues to set it afloat, and of course there could be no evil tongues in a paradise like Holy Well, it somehow is shortly set afloat before another day had passed the attentions more than befitting of Sir William Hamilton to Miss White were openly talked of, and Mr. Pope thought there was no time to be lost if he was to prevent the occurrence of scandals in his parish. He decided on going straight to Sir William, a decision remarkably unpleasant and unquestionably an offering on the altar of his duty. Sir William looked extremely put out. After a short consideration, however, he replied, It was my wish to have postponed a declaration of my intentions until I had removed Miss White from her present position, but since my neighbors insist on receiving immediate information regarding my private affairs, I confess it certainly is my intention to make her my wife. And what, Mr. Pope, he asked more boldly than usual, Have you got to say against it? Only this, Sir William, replied Mr. Pope, is boldly that I think such marriages unwise. Miss White is undoubtedly a lady by birth, and possibly her education may have been sufficiently cultivated to make her a fit associate for your daughter, but I think her position here ought to have secured her against such notice and such attentions on your part. Excuse me for speaking my mind. Sir William colored and looked distressed for a moment, but resuming his stiffness, replied, I have said it was my wish to alter her position before I made my intention known. Since, however, my intentions have been thwarted, I empower you to announce the marriage tomorrow morning. You must give me a few hours to break the news to my daughter. Having so said, he bowed and withdrew, wrote a few lines to Ida, ordered a trunk to be packed, and a servant to be in readiness, and took his departure from Boscombe before Ida's return from her drive. A day afterwards, Mrs. White and Amy removed to Be, and thence to Lytton, where it was heard that Sir William followed them to prosecute his courtship, to prosecute his courtship at Leisure. On the evening of that day, Violet received a note from Ida. My dearest Violet, do you know this wonderful news? Papa has gone, but he has left me a note, a very kind note, to tell me of it. Is it for his happiness? If it is, I will try and be glad. Will you come and see me tomorrow?  Ida Hamilton, we must not leave holy well, Papa, Violet said, as she put the note into his hands. Poor Ida, she will want help and comfort. You are right, darling, for this year at least we must make up our minds to be still and stationary. There was a momentary choking sensation in Violet's throat. The vague hope of change had for these past weeks grappled with the depression of disappointment, but she was a true friend, and had the hope that lured her thoughts away been a definite. Instead of an elusive one, she would still have put it aside for Ida's sake. Volume 3 Chapter 11 Oh, her blind race of miserable men, how many among us at this very hour do forge a lifelong trouble for ourselves. Tennyson, Idols Sir William Hamilton's conduct was very easy of explanation. His love for Violet had turned his thoughts towards marriage. His ill success had not, as is sometimes the case, robbed the prospect of its charms. But he was too shy to submit again to a repulse, and lived too secluded a life to have much freedom of choice. Almost as soon, therefore, as his attention was caught by Amy's looks, he settled his plans and prosecuted them accordingly. The consequences of this engagement were also such as might have been expected. He became so desperately in love with his pretty and submissive young betrothed that her will was his will, and as hers was her mother's will. Mrs. White reigned in all her glory. She gave herself the heirs of a princess, and, far from seeming elated at her daughter's marriage, appeared to consider the alliance as a matter of course. It was the very way to deal with Sir William. He wished it to be considered a matter of course. And he treated Mrs. White with all the deference she exacted. In one respect, she used her influence wrongly. The fortune of Ida's mother had been left in Sir William's power, with the exception of that now-canceled document, which, in the event of Ida's marriage to Lionel, settled all on them. Mrs. White insisted that half of it, since Amy had no fortune, should be settled on the younger children of the new family. Mr. Pope, who heard everything, heard of this fact, and mentioned it to Mr. Osborne, since Ida's portion would still be large for a young lady, the fact was more important, as showing whose influence would be paramount than in any other light. It was so, at least regarded by Violet. Shortly afterwards, there was an announcement that Mrs. White was to take up her abode at Boscombe. And at this discovery, Violet, who had hitherto made the best of the matter to Ida dwelling on Amy's gentleness and beauty, and other merits, found herself silenced. She had no consolation to offer. She offered therefore what she felt, sympathy and commiseration, of the most intense kind. She felt that to her Mrs. White's presence would poison every source of happiness in life. I don't think it will be to me what it would be to you, Violet. Ida said in reply, I don't think I mind things as you do. For one thing, I don't expect to be very happy. I have made up my mind to it. And when one does not expect a little more or less to bear is no great matter, Ida spoke quite cheerfully, more as if stating a fact than as if expressing an opinion. But Violet was shocked. Oh, Ida, how can you speak as you do, and I, who am older, and ought to expect less, feel that happiness is so much that thing for which I was born, that, though I may submit, I never can be content to be without it. I don't mean that I am unhappy, Ida said apologetically. I only mean that I don't know, and never did know what great happiness is. And I don't expect to know it, even when I seemed the happiest. I was always afraid that in some way or other, and I never could tell how, I did not please Lionel, so that I am almost more contented now than I have ever been. Violet looked grave. Ida seldom mentioned Lionel. When she did, the name was always a stab to her heart, but before she spoke, Ida went on. And I think Violet, it is much better as it is. I think if I was very happy I should forget things I ought to remember. And now it pleases me better to think of those things than it does to dream about this world. So don't trouble about Mrs. White and me. I don't think I can ever like her, but I don't think I much care whether she comes or not. It was seldom that Ida spoke of herself at all, and very seldom, so unreservedly, the insight she gave to Violet, offering in these few words a glimpse into a young heart, which, in the midst of what is called prosperity, owned to having never been happy, shocked and saddened her. She could only hope that the same gentle and submissive spirit which bore her through definite trials would also bear her through the undefined vexations which must assail her future lot, vexations which Violet's own quicker and more sensitive temper pronounced unbearable. Before the wonder excited by Sir William Hamilton's marriage had wholly died away, a new event startled the inhabitants of Holywell, and Mr. Pope, more than any, what with the cold winter in the distress, and the marriage of Sir William, and this new event, he began to think he was rector of a parish that was but human after all. I think the world is really going mad, exclaimed Mr. Osborne, entering the cottage drawing room in the dusk of an October evening. What do you think I have just heard from Pope? Now, only guess, but Violet refused to guess and insisted on hearing the news at once. It was this, that Lord Ashford was going to be married to a farmer's daughter. True. Oh, yes. When Violet said it could not be true, Pope saw Lord Ashford himself this morning, and he told him of it, and told him to announce it right and left, if he pleased. Which, by the way, he does seem pleased to do. He said he was not the least ashamed of what he was doing, that he had, as good a right, to select whom he chose as Sir William, and when Pope said something with regard to his son, he observed that his son might be hanged. The maid brought in the lamp at this moment, and Mr. Osborne, who was when he came in as excited as Mr. Pope had been with his news, sat down more composedly, and waited till the room was empty before he went on. It appears that she is a respectable, well-conducted girl, handsome, but of little education. She has had charge of a young center belonging to Lord Ashford of a peculiar breed, and in this way he has become acquainted with her. It is a bad business worse than Sir William's, for he never can make a lady of her eye fear. Does Mr. Pope know her? Violet inquired. Yes, her father is a well-to-do farmer, but rough and ignorant. During an illness he had two years ago, Pope visited him and saw her. He says there is no harm in her, but that she is coarse. She waited on her father with kindness, but did not seem to know how to behave, talked loud, and laughed loud, and burst in with questions about farm business in the midst of his reading. In short, that she did not seem to be a person with whom Lionel Vane, or Miss Hamilton, would easily associate. He pointed this out to Lord Ashford, but he said that it was Lionel's own business. He was growing old and wanted company, and if his son did not choose to give it him, he must provide it for himself. Violet made no observations. Mr. Osborn was excited with the news, but she could not be excited. It seemed as if there was to be no end to the consequences of Lionel's fancy for her. Mrs. Osborn asked a few questions. To one of them Mr. Osborn replied, Pope thinks it is rather serious as regards the property. It is heavily mortgaged already, and if fortunes are to be made for a new family, Lionel Vane will not come in for much when he succeeds. But I cannot have much pity for Lionel Vane. I am more sorry for Pope, who seems to have taken it quite to heart. Now, darling, what have I said to distress you? He asked, suddenly observing Violet's depressed countenance, nothing that you have said, Papa, but only I am sorry for Mr. Vane. I think he meant to do so much that was right, and he does only do mischief and cause sorrow. Like me, she added, and a tear flashed in her eye. No, no, Mr. Osborn said gravely, for both he and his wife were annoyed at Violet's self-tormenting spirit. There is no likeness. All people in this world make mistakes, and surely that can cause us no surprise when we consider what human nature is. But Lionel Vane's mistakes are of another kind, allowing whatever you pleased for his feelings for his mother, yet certainly, even for her sake. The well-being of his father ought to have been an object to him. He must have seen enough during his last visit here to discover that Lord Ashford required care and society. I mean that it was necessary for his welfare. But no. Lionel Vane goes on his own willful way and takes no heed of the mischief he does or the misery he makes. Now, darling, I won't have you taking this to heart, as Pope does. After all, we are all blind mortals, and perhaps in a year we shall say it is the best thing that could have happened for Lord Ashford. The girl may be a strong-minded, useful girl, and as she will sympathize on all his out-of-door amusements, she may make a good wife after all. Violet's feelings of dismay were shared by Ida. She had taken her father's marriage and all its accompaniments very calmly. But she was excited at Lord Ashford's, in a degree that surprised and distressed Violet. Distressed her because it revealed how very dear Lionel had been, how dear he still was, and how entirely his affairs absorbed her mind. To the exclusion of her own, she went almost immediately to see Lord Ashford not in any hope of altering his intention, but to make one more effort to soothe his mind towards Lionel. She, like Mr. Pope, was seized with terror that the new family would cut him out, and that poor Lionel, who would do so much good with his money, would have no money to do good with, ever since the breaking off of the engagement. Lord Ashford had received her visits coldly. He felt himself injured and would not forgive, not even her, though like him was a sufferer, because she defended the culprit. But on this occasion he was in high good humor, pinched her cheek, and called her my precious, and she, emboldened by his kindness, made her request that he would write to Lionel himself and tell him all about it, and that he would remember and never forget that Lionel was his own son and must not be forgotten. Lord Ashford was touched with the earnest manner of her petition and promised to do what she wished, but, depend upon it, Ida, he added, whatever I do, Mr. Lionel will make my conduct the ground of his absenting himself from us for years to come, but I don't care. He did not choose to think of my pleasure, and now he may please himself, and I will not say a word against it. Lord Ashford was right. Lionel returned a cold answer and remained abroad, but his cold answer did him injustice. While he wrote it, his heart was throbbing with torture at the insult, for thus he considered the marriage to his mother's memory. Perhaps Violet only was really just in her estimate of Lionel's character, for she only fully knew how the exclusive love for one parent and a morbid dwelling on her wrongs had almost worked his sense of right and wrong in other respects. Be ye angry and sin not. Lionel had obeyed the first part of the precept and been angry and justly so at his mother's sorrow, but he forgot the second and made his anger a sin, and now his sin of anger had found him out. He had neglected his father's happiness and his father's good, and in return his father neglected him. Sir William was to be married in London at the beginning of November. Amid the vexation which this marriage caused to Violet, there shot from it a spark of light which brightened her heart. Amy White asked Lester to be her trustee, and he, knowing few particulars of the case, wrote to Violet to ask her wishes and her opinion on the subject. The letter was concisely expressed, and was confined to its one purpose, but it and its answer caused in Violet's mind and emotion an excitement, which once again touched with light the cloud that had fallen on her days. Her reply was also concise. She took good care that no feeling should be apparent. She said she was glad to hear of Amy's application, and begged him to have no hesitation in exceeding to it, that, though she regretted the marriage, Amy had done nothing deserving of blame, and she had great hopes it might turn out well. Little as there wasn't such a formal application for her opinion to excite hope in her mind, regarding feelings of another nature, yet such was its effect. During two dreary winter months, it cheered her walks and animated her charity. It gave her spirits to endure, and to smile at the condescension with which Mrs. White received her call in the drawing room at Bascom, and power to smother a part of her indignation at the sight of Ida reduced to the simple physician of a common daughter of the house. This was the work, not of Amy, but of her mother. Amy behaved herself very properly, and, though her mind was shallow, and her society could give little pleasure to her stepdaughter, yet she and Ida got on without difficulty, and even with friendship. But Mrs. White was the Dowager Lady Hamilton exercising all the rights, and much more than the rights which that imaginary personage would have had, and the more Sir William submitted to her will and whims, the more she exercised him in submission. If Ida's principles had not been stayed on a rock too high and firm for Mrs. White to move, there would have been little peace in the house. Sir William loved his daughter, and had he known the trifling insolences to which she was subject, he might have resented them, and in resenting them have caused strife in his wife's heart between her duty to her mother and to him. But Ida took at once, and of herself, the position that she thought befitting, and, armed with the invincible armor of Christian love and dutiful submission, the shafts of petty tyranny were too slight to wound her. Violet watched her with admiration, and sighed to think how far beyond her powers such endurance would have been. End of section 39. Section 40 of Violet Osborne. This is a LibriBox recording. All LibriBox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriBox.org. Violet Osborne by Lady Emily Ponsonby. Volume 3, Chapter 12. The new day comes, the light dearer for night, as dearer thou for faults lived over the Princess. The simple reception of Lester's letter had brought hope and animation to Violet. She was destined to receive encouragement to her hopes at a time, and from a source that was little expected. In the month of January there was a good deal of illness in the neighborhood of Holywell. The winter was mild, but influenza and rheumatism were very prevalent, and Violet had constant occupation in paying consolatory visits to the various sick persons whom she took under her charge. Among those attacked by the latter, complained, was the landlady of the little country inn. Rheumatism settled in her knees, and for several weeks she was disabled from her usual act of life and confined to her little parlor. After a time Violet heard of her illness and, always kind, paid her a friendly visit, she found her low and dull, and returned again and again, supplying her with books both profitable and amusing, and, with what she prized far more, a ready listener and sympathizing companion. They had been simple acquaintances before, they now became friends, and Violet herself received entertainment from the shrewd remarks and quaint conversation of the old dame. She found her one day extremely low on inquiring into the cause. She was informed that a very nice young gentleman had arrived. Such a one as I like, Miss Osborne, and I can't see to him the least bit, and though Sally's a good girl, and does her duty well enough, she does not see into the gentleman's minds as I do, and many a comfort I should be glad to give, and never mind the cost he won't have, because it has pleased God to send me this rheumatism, but I think, Violet said consolingly, young gentlemen are in the habit of thinking of their own comforts. Don't you think he will tell Sally what he wants? Some will, Miss Osborne, and I don't care a button for them. Sally may wait on them forever and ever, and I won't grumble, but some gentlemen are modest, and when they come to a decent house such as this, they take what they find and make no noise, and them I like to treat to a few comforts out of the way and never care for the cost. You must see a great many and very different sorts of people, Mrs. Wilkinson. Always, I suppose, somebody coming and going, thus Violet led her on to talk of her life's experiences, a favorite topic. Always, Miss Osborne, and has been this twenty-five years, I have seen a good deal in my day, and seeing gives practice, you know. And now I do but need to look at a gentleman as he walks in, or even to hear him call landlady, and I know in a second what he's made of. And have you made many friends among your many acquaintances?  I must have grounds to like before I take to liking. Some smooth people are caught by a pink face or a palavering tongue, but I am not. I like the pink face well enough, but I like a good heart better. Some young gentlemen come here, and I never ask them to come again. I would as, Leith, they stayed away, and some I like as the world goes. We are friends, and we are not friends. They may come or go as they please, but some few I lodge in my heart, and it aches at times to think I never shall see them again. Amused and interested at her classification of her guests, Violet inquired a little further, asking particulars regarding the qualities that pleased her best. It's hard to say, Miss Osborne, I can no more tell you why sometimes. When a gentleman steps in, my heart flies to him. Then I can tell you how this rheumatism gets into my bones, but this I know. It never flies to him without good reason.  For I should know it couldn't be. And she slapped her hand on the table. That is being very confident, Violet said, and she sighed. For she felt she had not a like confidence in most of her fellow creatures, not a bit too much, because I see and I know. Now, there was a gentle man down here last year, not so very young, nor old, neither, and I did but see him for an hour or so, for he did not sleep in the house, but I never can forget him. I know he couldn't do a bad thing, couldn't do it, if he tried, and though I saw him but the once, my heart aches when I think of him, and I believe I would walk 20 miles with the rheumatism and all if I could have but the luck to see his face again. And who was he? Violet said with some curiosity. I don't know who he was. He came here for an hour or so, and we had a good bit of talk. We talked about you, Miss Osborne, and Miss Hamilton, and Mr. Vane, and all the world about here. That is, he listened kindly, for he was not much of a talker himself. A sweet, modest, gentle man who had a bit of color coming and going in his face, and as I told him, I did not believe he would dare to call boots. He seemed so modest and shy. Violet's heart fluttered. She scarcely knew why. She knew it was impossible, but Lester came into her mind. And that is the sort of person you like, she asked lightly, though there was a bit of color coming and going on her cheek also. Why, Miss Osborne, as to him, a queen might have liked him, for he had a fine presence, not so very young, and a bit of gray here and there in his black hair, but a fine noble countenance, and something in his eyes so sad and so sweet. I find him lodging in my heart when I'm least thinking about him. It must have been him, Violet thought, and she scarcely dared to ask another question. And are you sure you will never see him again? At last she said. He said he was a Londoner. But I told him I should be happy to see him, and he said he would not forget. He was down here. Let me see. The day of the Great Feast, Mr. Vane's Feast. Anyone out to see it? For he said he was a Londoner and did not often see such sights. But he only stayed a half hour or so, and then came home again, and set off, looking weary enough. But, however, he saw the country. And he thought it a beautiful country. Violet's face was in a crimson glow, as she thought of that day. Remembering all its events, she became certain Lester had been at Holy Well after a moment's consideration, determined to be more sure if she could. She said, I can't help thinking that I know this person. Are you sure you do not remember his name? I was fancying you knew him. Said her keen-eyed companion, and I should be glad to remember if I could. But I don't so much as think I overheard the name. On a bit of a book he was reading, there was a name of one of them Northern towns. But I don't call to mind what it was. I only remember thinking, how did it come from the North if he was a Londoner? But it may have belonged to some friend. Lester, Violet said quietly, I believe it was, Ms. Osborne. But a name is but a name. And I don't trouble myself to remember them all. Bless you. It would need the memory of a King Solomon to remember all the names that are belled about in my ears. I think of the man, and that's enough for me. Mama, Violet said, seating herself by her mother, when shortly afterwards she re-entered the cottage, did you ever hear of Mr. Lester's being in this neighborhood? There was something almost stern in her countenance as she anxiously fixed it on Mrs. Osborne's face. I, dearest, Mrs. Osborne asked in astonishment, No, never. I am glad you did not. Violet replied with a look and sigh of relief. All the way homewards she had been picturing as she walked that questions had been asked about her in private that others had undertaken to answer for her state of mind. And the idea had worked like madness in her brain. I could not have borne to think you had, but he was here, Mama, last summer. Old Mrs. Wilkinson just told me so. Why did he come, and why did he go? I cannot tell. Mrs. Osborne looked extremely perplexed. After a little consideration, she said, Do you like me to find out from Albert, dear? Oh, no, Mama, not for the whole world. She rose from her seat, and as she kissed her mother's forehead, added, All mysteries count to light at some time or other, and left the room, and asked no more. She could have patience now. Mysteries there might be, a mistake there might have been, but Lester had not forgotten her, and that knowledge was enough. The months flowed on. It had been settled by Mr. Osborne and Violet that the projected removal should not take place till the close of the following autumn. By that time, Ida's new life would be a settled thing, and probably the wish of his young wife to see more of the world would in some degree enlarge the sphere of Sir William's acquaintance and allow his daughter other society than that of her step mother and Mrs. White. Should a son be born to Sir William, possibly great changes might take place, but be it as it might. Violet had been satisfied after this year to leave things at Ascom to take their own course and to allow her father and herself to follow where their wishes led them. This arrangement had been made before the discovery of Lester's visit. The discovery did not make her impatient. There was a day on which her mind was fixed, as that on which all should be made clear. Either she would know she was given up, or she would know that she was loved. In the course of the summer a young Alice was expected to make its appearance, and there could be no doubt that some among them would be invited to undertake the responsible office of sponsor. She had looked to this, to this she still looked, and now relieved in mind and heart, hopeful and cheerful, could wait and be patient. The months flowed on. If Violet had been one whose mind was pleased with the follies of human kind, these months might have given considerable entertainment in the struggles for supremacy which arose between Ashford Park and Bascombe. The new Lady Ashford, a well-conducted but vulgar-minded girl, elated with her good fortune, was desirous of securing all the attention that was her due, the Dowager Lady Hamilton, for Amy. In this, as in all other respects, behaved with perfect propriety and to the utmost of her power withdrew from the contest, ambitious for her daughter, endeavored to surpass Lady Ashford, and since she could not do so in rank, made a show of superior riches and grandeur, if Lady Ashford gave in charity, Lady Hamilton gave doubly and trebly to the same. When it was known that Lady Ashford had insisted having on a new paper for her sitting room, and, indeed, it was much required, Lady Hamilton was forced by her mother to make a request for the same, although hers did not require it. Lady Ashford's paper was cheap, though Goddy Amy's was, therefore, studded with gold. When Lady Ashford persuaded by Mr. Pope to go to church regularly, arrived in a barouche, Mrs. White refused to be conveyed tither in any less blended manner. In all things great, in all things small, the same rivalry was carried on, and if the time should ever come when the two houses opened their doors for the admission of general society, it was probable that the noise of the strife would be heard far and near. But Violet, though she sometimes smiled, was far more inclined to sigh at the pitiable sight, and her compassion for Ida increased as she watched the despicable turmoil that such a rivalry excited in her home. Oh, Ida, she said one day, I wish you would give me your receipt for bearing with the follies of the world. I do not find that Christian charity is enough. That makes me bear with all kinds of infirmities, and even with wickedness, but I do not find it enough for Mrs. White. Ida smiled a little at her vehemence, but said, I am so sorry for Papa and for Amy, too, that I would not for the world seem to see all I do see. I know they are often annoyed, and I do my best to pass things off quietly. My hope, too, is that Mrs. White will improve. She used to grumble, you know, now she boasts. But when she is used to being comfortable, that will go off. And if I have a great many brothers and sisters, as I hope I shall, she will have other things to care for, and I daresay may become a good grandmother. In short, Ida, yours is the Christian charity, which not only beareth, but hopeeth all things. Well, I will try and hope, too, but it vexes me. No one can tell how much to see what you have to bear. For the sting of Mrs. White's follies, which violates charity, was insufficient to pardon, lay in herself. If Ida had been married to Lionel, Mrs. White could not have vexed how great so ever her folly might have been. The months flowed on, till the day on which Violet's heart was set arrived. A Miss Ellis was born in June, and, as had been hoped and expected, at the end of July she was christened Violet. And Violet was her godmother. She went up with Mr. Osborne to the christening, and she and Lester stood together at the font. Lester met her as he had done the year before with kindness, with consideration, with everything but warmth. The same constraint set upon him and froze Violet. Beneath its influence, timidity again stole over her. That trust in his feeling for her witch, in the distance, had seemed so strong, died away, and those efforts she had intended to make to destroy the barrier between them became an impossibility At one time it seemed probable that this day would close as unsatisfactorily as the memorable day on the year before, but it was destined to be otherwise. On the return from church a luncheon was provided at Elbert's small house, and a few special friends were invited to partake of it. As they stood in the drawing room, Elbert said, I am going to have the child brought down for you to see Violet and you, Lester. Lester was at a little distance, but approached on hearing his name. I don't the least expect admiration for so small a thing, but it is proper that you should both make acquaintance with your charge. I know you are busy today, Lester, but wait, I beg you, and don't go till it comes. And he left the room, possibly not without some thought in his head of bringing Violet and Lester together. Busy today? The words rang like a knell in Violet's ears, and she could scarcely refrain from repeating them with her lips, the time to which she had so looked forward in a few moments. Then would be gone, Lester stood by her side, but she could think of no question with which to address him, except that one which was in her heart, which for months had been on her tongue, but which her tongue refused to utter. Why did you come to Holywell? Seeing her thus standing silent, the old gentle man, her great admirer, one of those old friends of the Lester family, who came to every ceremonial, approached her and claimed her for his own, he began, as he had done the year before, to discount on the beauties of Devonshire, making new and eager inquiries into what parts she had been, and the few remaining minutes of Lester's society were snatched from her grasp. Despair was in Violet's heart, but we are all blind mortals, and little know in things great and small what will be for our good. Despair was in Violet's heart, but after one instant the natural sweetness and kindness of her disposition prevailed over her despair, she would not disappoint his eager expectations, and remembering the argument of the year before, recurred to it. It had been regarding the relative beauties of the neighborhood of Holywell, with others in more famous parts of Devonshire. Time has not changed my opinion, she said playfully, I am still ready to fight a battle for Holywell. The old gentle man was delighted, flattered at her recollection of a former conversation, and delighted to renew the strife, he gested with her about her prejudices and endeavored to displace Holywell from the high station on which he had thrown it, with many words and merry ones, but in vain it comes to this. Then, he said suddenly, we must lay the case before a judge, and vow to stand by his decision. Will Lester do? Lester, slightly raising his voice, are you competent? Have you ever seen Holywell? Violet started this question, which her lips trembled to put, yet dared not frame, was asked in her hearing, surprised, startled, expectant.  He was standing in the shadow of the window curtain, while Violet stood in the full light of the window, but the flush that overspread his cheek was such as no shadow could conceal. That flush, however, was involuntary. His voice and words were composed and sedate. Yes, he said, I saw it once and own its beauty. Of the rest of Devonshire I have seen but little, but unless books and pictures are more false than they are even usually allowed to be, I am afraid I must give my verdict against Miss Osborne. The old gentle man, though he rated Lester severely for his want of gallantry, was enchanted and went off to Violet's relief, to relate to Mr. Osborne what had passed, to her relief, and yet to her dismay. He went and again there was silence, but the agony of the moment's suspense, the dread of losing that favorable chance, the conviction that that flush confessed some feeling concealed within. The intense desire to penetrate the mystery, these and other sensations spurred Violet on, stilled her, gave her courage, and almost before she knew her lips had formed the words, she had said quietly and even indifferently, when did you see Holy Well, Mr. Lester? But, though she spoke quietly, she did not dare to raise her eyes to watch the effect of the question. She pulled a flower from a nose gain she held, and then endeavored to force it into its place again. Lester cast his eyes upon her, and a swift sudden hope leapt into his heart. One day last year, he replied in a voice that tried to be natural, but was not. I feared so, Violet said. She paused a moment, while the happiness of life hung trembling in the balance, then gathering courage and speaking with calmness and quiet dignity continued. I say fear, because the truth is, we heard of your visit, and I must confess that I do not think it was the act of a friend to come so near, and yet to pass us by. You are right, he replied with emotion. It was not the act of a friend, but I cannot be a friend. I told you so once before. I repeat it now. It is beyond my power. They stood side by side, immovable and dumb. Violet dared not speak, dared not look up, and Lester with eager eyes examined her attitude, endeavoring thence to gather whether he was to speak, or forever hold his peace. A scream from Miss Alice gave notice of her approach. The imminent danger of losing such a moment gave to Lester's coward heart the spur it needed. He stooped his head and said, Lo, but firmly, it is because I would be more than a friend. If that is still to presumptuous a hope, give me a sign, and it shall be cast away for ever. And when the infant, robed in lace, was brought to claim the attention of its sponsors, the barrier built up seven years before was broken down, Albert glanced a look, saw how it was, and was satisfied. End of volume three, chapter twelve. Section 41 of Violet Osborne. This is a LibriWox recording, all LibriWox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriWox.org. Recording by Monica Rolly. Violet Osborne by Lady Emily Ponsonby. Volume three, chapter one. Rich in love and sweet humility, she was herself to the degree that she desired, beloved, the excursion. Two months afterwards, Mr. Pope joined the hands of Leicester and Violet. It was said wholly well that the marriage took place. It was there commented to Ida's special charge that Violet left her parents during her absence, and until she could receive them into her own house in Clarger Street. It was a great satisfaction to Mr. Pope to perform this ceremony. Two marriages had lately taken place in his parish, but not under his auspices, and though his disapproval of the unions had softened a blow, he still looked on himself as deprived of his rights and the married pair as deprived of his blessing. Privately he had some doubts whether under these circumstances the marriages held good, but he was discreet enough to keep this doubt to his own mind, when therefore he understood that Violet was to be indebted to him for the bestowal of the marriage blessing. His broad face shone with unmitigated satisfaction, and when the ceremony was performed it was performed in tones of sonorous and with movements of such pomp and dignity that every bystander, so he imagined at least, became aware of the loss those suffered who were deprived on such an occasion of his services. He looked on Violet as his own creation. In the course of the years of their acquaintance he had come to admire and respect her, to listen to her opinion, and to court her assistance, but still it was as his own creation, his own discovery, a reflection of himself. This made the value of her services. This caused the regret with which he saw her depart. When he shook hands with her for the last time he felt as if a limp was about to be severed from his body and lose that such a severance should be made, he repeated the shake again and again at each repetition with redoubled violence till his eyes and hers also overflowed with the exertions he made. It is not always that endeavours for the good of others are repaid either by appreciation or gratitude, and Violet had learned better things than to do her work for earthly reward. But such a reward must ever be sweet when it comes, and the burst of love and regret that followed the announcement of her marriage in the neighborhood took her by surprise and made her own heart swell with answering gratitude and love. She certainly deserved some reward for she had worked on injury days as in days of excitement and sunshine amid vacations within and without, as well as when all hung upon her words and encouragement, and if she sorely considered what she had done there was enough to satisfy even her exacting nature. She could not look back on hollywell as she had found it, and as she left it without thankfulness for all she had been able to do. From her an electric spark had fallen, the spark of love and true benevolence, and it had set on fire all who came within her sphere of influence. Plans for the welfare of the poor, for the comfort of their bodies, and the soothing and elevation of their minds, plans for the healthier teaching of the young endeavours to win the thought of all to a more enlightened service to God and to more reverent devotion in his worship. It mattered not on what good work she cast her eyes. She could not but see that of that work she had been the life and the soul, her mind quick to find the way or her hands willing to execute the ideas of others. She could look about and see the fruit of her labours and know that the impulse she had given would not die away. For above all there was Ida above all, because there is no work so great as that which touches on an individual man. There was Ida moulded and framed by the conscious and unconscious working of her mind. Ida left to carry on every good work and to take her place as the help, the friend, the consolar of the poor, all this while at saw, and loving the place on which she had poured out her loving heart, wept as she parted from it. But though Violet left Hollywell with regret, yet she was supremely happy. In the end of October she was established in Clarke Street and there received her father and mother until they could provide a house suited to their means. Clarke Street remained the abode of Leicester alone. He had hoped, he had implored that Rachel would remain and Violet added her in treaties, but she and Margaret had in the meanwhile decided otherwise. Perhaps some rankling remembrance of Violet's behaviour to their brother made them argue that it would be best to let her be alone. But this was in private. Ostensibly it was in the hope and intention of securing Leicester's happiness that the resolution was taken. Between them it had been resolved that Rachel should live with Margaret and Rachel had less reluctance in exceeding to the proposal as she felt that the income which Leicester had secured to her would shortly be a help to Albert in his minnage. It was not likely that his income would increase industrious though he was for several years and it was likely that his family might do so in undue proportion. She accepted therefore the offer that came from Albert himself and removed to their abode after having made all ready for Violet's reception. If any hard thoughts however, any recollections of her love of power did linger in their breasts, they were soon swept away and though the arrangement succeeded too well for any permanent alteration to be made Rachel was often Violet's guest and at each succeeding visit the warmth and cordiality of her sister-in-law met a dearer to her heart. End of volume three chapter one recording by Monica Rolly section 19 of Violet Osborne this is a LibriWox recording all LibriWox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit LibriWox.org recording by Monica Rolly Violet Osborne by Lady Emily Ponsonby volume three chapter 19 Mr. Vane the door of Violet's drawing room in Clarger Street opened this name was pronounced and Lionel entered but Violet was not there a young lady set by the fire reading she raised her head and Ida and Lionel met once more it was nearly two years since Violet's marriage they had not met since that interview in the garden at Bossam both looked and felt awkward enough this might be expected either though perhaps feeling the most recovered herself first and when they had shaken hands she said I did not know you were an England Lionel no I dare say not I have been in England though for a week or two traveling about seeing things you did not expect to find me here Ida now said simply no I came to see Mrs he paused hitherto Ida had been in his thoughts but as he had to pronounce her name the remembrance of all connected with Violet came over him and he colored crimson as he forced out Mrs. Lester I am staying with Violet I have been here three weeks Ida spoke quickly to relieve him and she's not at home I am afraid not she walks by herself and I suppose the servant did not know she went out will you wait for her Ida added timidly or will you come again he made no audible answer to her propositions but seated himself in obedience to a movement on her part and she did the same a very awful silence followed he said twirling his hat in his hands and looking awkward and unhappy Ida longed to speak and relieve him but could think of no subject that was suitable to the occasion her father his father Violet his travels all seem topics rive in unpleasant recollections at last her heart beating and growing nervous she said abruptly I don't think Violet will be long let her be as long as she pleases he burst out oh Ida I am so weary of my life have you forgiven me she blushed deeply why go back forget all that Lionel have you forgiven me he repeated passionately there was nothing yes there was a little to forgive she corrected herself truthfully you ought to have let me know before but whatever it was it is long long forgiven and do you think you could ever like me again and he lent forward his hands on his knees gazing into her face if i try hard to please you do you think you ever could my dear Lionel Ida said and tears fell from her eyes and her voice was broken don't say in a hurry that you can't I came today to ask Mrs Osborne to intercede for me but it is far better to speak to yourself I know I was a brood to you and that you are an angel if you were not I should not come to you but indeed I will try to make myself worthy of you if you will try to like me again my dear Lionel she said smiling faintly through her still falling tears I am afraid I have no need to try I always have have you Ida he sprang from his seat and came toward her what in spite of all oh how happy you make me I have so longed for your love I have been so weary so ashamed so desolate so longing for your soft voice to comfort me if you will trust me we will yet be happy they had not got much further when the door again opened and violet stood in the threshold violet bright thoughtful radiant looking the picture of a good heart and the happy love she stood amazed and as she recalled the by no means calm interview which was to last between her and Lionel she too felt awkward and abashed but she soon saw that a deeper agitation stirred the heart of her companions and her own discomfort melted before the side she was not quite certain what the course of the agitation might be but she suspected it she had never ceased to hope that Lionel's love for her had been an operation and that the calm and trusting affection he had seemed to feel for Ida would in the end prevail and win him back she went towards him and shook hands with Frank cordiality saying as Ida had done we did not know you were in England to which Lionel replied with embarrassment you servant told me you were at home and I came up I am afraid violet said playfully that I have a habit of stealing out without my servant's knowledge always supposing he is to learn the fact by intuition I should not have returned as it is if the day had not been so fine I came back to persuade you to come out Ida she has been shut up with the cold ever since she came to London but it really is fine today is it not yes very he replied twirling his hat then I will go and put on my things Ida said thankfully starting up violet advised that so it should be and she departed they sat down and violet once more felt a little awkward like Ida unable to fix on the proper subject for conversation during the two instances that she took for consideration he had made up his own mind and he said abruptly and coloring deeply I came here to ask you to beg Ida to forgive me but I have asked her herself and it only remains and his countenance worked with the motion and became purple with the effort he made that I should ask you to forgive me yourself oh yes mr vane let bygones be bygones I was very angry once but I never think of it now he seemed relieved at her light tone and the intense glow began to die away and now tell me she said smiling does Ida forgive she never seemed restful but forgiveness is another thing yes and I think she will try me again and if she will I will do all in my power to make her forget what a brute I was to her violet did not immediately speak and a shade of gravity and thoughtfulness stole over her face what are you thinking of he asked anxiously I am wondering she said slowly whether you are worthy of her I do not believe anybody will inquire but me therefore I confess I do feel anxious to know what your feelings for her are how long have you been of this mind I beg your pardon she added seeing the same purple glow and a look of distress on his countenance but Ida is in my house and under my protection and if you will forgive me for saying so I do think something more than the return on your part is required do you love her as she ought to be loved with all your heart I think I do he said tremulously but I have not thought of myself in that way I came back because I longed to have what I once so madly gave up because I could not bear to be absent from her any longer a year ago two years ago if it had not been for shame and pride and again his color rose I should have returned to her but it took time and the weary life I have led to subdue me it is done now and if she consents I hope you will not be my enemy Violet was so surprised at his tone it was so unlike the stately Lionel that she allowed him although satisfied at once to speak to the end before she recovered from her surprise she then said warmly and frankly you must forgive me for having been impertinent if Ida had mother or sister or friend I should not have done it I thank you for it he cried heartily thank you then I assure you she added smiling that so far as my consent is necessary I consent most joyfully and wish you both every happiness that earth can give and now I will call Ida and we will go for walk in the park will you come with us she shook hands with him and went in search of Ida for two years the dread of these two interviews the pride of his heart the shame of confession had kept Lionel weary lonely restless and miserable a wanderer on the face of the earth one vehement resolution was made and in half an hour all was over as simply and prosaically as any other piece of work belonging to the day and here the tale comes to a close Lionel and Ida were not very rich but notwithstanding the chance in the face of affairs since their first engagement they were very comfortable and Lionel was able to do apart at least of the good he had once intended to do his wish had been to settle in London but Ida felt too deeply the consequences of his past neglect of his father to permit this and he gave up his will to hers Lord Ashford was not very happy in his marriage Lady Ashford was young active and good-natured but vulgar-minded and uneducated Lord Ashford owing to the life he had led was growing old apace and required softer cares than hers had he been ten years younger her sympathy with his active life might have bound them together and the rest might have followed with time but infirmities began very shortly after his marriage to make active life a matter of pain and with a mind she had no sympathy his love for Ida had already begun to return in full force and she felt that as a daughter she might still be a help and comfort to him and there was yet a good hope of turning his latter days into the path of pleasantness and peace a house was therefore found in the neighborhood and under Ida's guidance Lionel learned that in a good as well as a selfish sense charity should begin at home The End End of Volume 3 Chapter 19 Recording by Monica Rowley End of Violet Osborne Volume 3 by Lady Emily Ponsonby


Hi there, I'm Sandy Olnok, artist and paper crafter here on YouTube and today I bring you another in the human rainbow series Using the friends forever stamp set brand new from pretty pink posh This is also part of the pretty pink posh blog hop So be sure to click on the link to my blog in the description down below Because you will want to go and leave comments on everybody's post to qualify to enter to win a prize Because that's always fun on blog hops The human rainbow initiative is one that I started a few years ago to try to get us all to think in little more diverse terms as We do our coloring for cards a lot of folks end up doing the same Caucasian combo on everything because they found one combo that worked well Let's try something different here. I'm just trying different light tones mixed with a different mid-tone and a different dark My dark tones tend to be violets or blue violets Just because I think that makes them look more realistic because it's a complementary color and It sometimes looks a little better than browns But it all depends on how much of each one you use you can play around with them and Create an infinite variety of different ethnicities on your cards I would even recommend the next time you get together with all your friends Take a group selfie and then when you sit down to color something like this See if you can make each skin tone match add a little more yellow to one a little more peach to another a little more pink to somebody's cheeks and See if you can make them different by mimicking people that you know, you know their faces you know what they look like and Working from a photograph will help to remind you of what kinds of colors you can try And here I'm just trying different colors trying different light tones for my base color different blue violets or violets for my shadows and going over those with a different mid-tone and just testing things out there is on my blog a free chart you can download in my store and That will help you to start working on collecting some different skin tones There's also a Copic jumpstart class that I put together and you are welcome to take that class There's a whole lot of testing opportunity in that class And there are some handouts in there that are very helpful for creating a lot of variety of Colorways so that you can see what works best for you So that's another option for you links to everything of course are in the doobly-doo To those things as well as the supplies used in this video So I finished the skin tones and now I'm going to move on to the hair when you're coloring dark hair you can actually Change the hairdo that's in the stamp set. You have to do it with a dark enough color that you can basically mask or hide or obscure the stamped line and That doesn't work really well when you're trying to do like say blonde curly hair That doesn't tend to happen unless you have an outline that you can mask out or a way that you can create Something around it to hide that but with dark hair.  I pulled his bangs down further on his face You can do all kinds of things with dark hair when you're adapting on your stamps this way And I do the same thing with this little guy But I'm just going to give him more wispy hair instead of just having a block of hair Feel free to adapt the edges of it because I'm going to be using dark colors dark colors are going to mask that little line So there's just the the part that was already on the stamp. So I'm going to give him a Justin Bieber do I'm not going to go quite as far as Justin Bieber because you can't even see Justin's face but Well, I guess this is maybe Justin Bieber I'm not sure what year it was when he had the hair hanging down across his face. He might not now I haven't kept up with him lately But nonetheless, you can make your stamps work for mimicking someone that you're giving the card to Imagine the joy that someone would have if you actually adapted a stamp to look like them and sent that to them with a In a birthday card They would be so excited that you thought enough of them you cared enough for them whether it's friends family relatives That you cared enough to make the card match them Or do two people on it one looks like you and one looks like them That card will have so much more meaning because of it rather than just having a random person on it Of course the message inside a card always means the very most But the art on the outside can be really special and can really communicate a lot to your loved ones This little girl has very straight hair in the stamp But I am going to transform that into curly hair This is something that you can definitely do with any of your stamps if you have dark hair as I said Dark hair will work with this but you can see how regular those lines are They're very graphical in In the way that they're drawn But you can make them transformed into curly ringlets I'm going to take the e4 9 which is the darkest of the brown markers And I'm going to go over top of the lines as well as some squigglys in between them And be aware this is going to look like a hot mess for a little while So if you start working on something like this don't give up too soon Because I'm going to go over top of those lines and just get lots of curly ringlets in there even going outside of it to create some softness outside of her head to give her that that little fringy edge And put a little bit more in the hair underneath of her ears because that's where it's going to be deepest in shadow And go out past the little lines on the bottom even to give her a little bit of Little softness out there as well We'll finish off this top side of the head now Don't panic because the next step Is to take another brown a mid tone brown and just go over it I'm not scrubbing like crazy if you scrub like crazy. You'll totally mush out the texture But a few strokes is enough to pull all that hair together So it feels unified and then leave a little bit of that e4 4 showing at the top for just a few little highlights peeking through And if you need to go back in with a darker color again You can do that after you finish this step, but I think this is going to work out just perfectly I'm going to speed this up now because the important part of the coloring is done I just want to show you the transformation of the scene as well I'm going to color in their outfits and I started doing some shading But realized when I did do the whole scene, I really don't need all the shading So if you are going to add something super spectacular, I've said before in videos Focus on what's most important and the little faces and little hair is very important and the scene that I'm setting Is going to be splashy enough that nobody's going to look and see Whether or not I actually finished the shading on all of these little every little bit of pants every little bit of shirt and things So I'm just going to leave that color there for now You can always go back in later if you feeling you need it by the time you're done But I decided on this one. I really didn't And I drew in in pencil a little bit of an outline just kind of sketched in some lines For a chalkboard behind them and then I'm going to fill in with green that whole back of the chalkboard behind their heads And a tip for doing a giant flood of color is just to go back and forth in a bunch of different directions over and over again Fortunately with a chalkboard you always have that little bit of chalk residue So even if it doesn't come out perfect It still looks very much like a chalkboard because you have that that little You know a bit of discoloration that sort of thing where chalkboards don't always come out absolutely perfect when the kids erase them I added a little bit of color to the wall around and behind them And then decided I would go in and start to Adapt that wood around the frame of the chalkboard because I didn't get it perfectly even And you can obsess over getting it perfectly even or you can do what I did Which is just add some shadows and then throw in some texture onto the wood itself I'm just going to add a little bit of wood grain And then go over that to soften in the same way that I did with the hair Go over the wood grain with one more mid-tone color to just kind of pull that together You could outline the The whole chalkboard if you wanted with a black pen, but that seemed to be overkill The color is a little washed out here But I really wanted that black on the children that black outlines to pop and to pull forward So I didn't want to really worry too much about having all that detail drawn in black in the background itself For the ground beneath them. I just drew With a very light pen. I just drew some lines so that I could have my my grid for the flooring And then color that in with a dark gray marker And keep it kind of simple that way in terms of giving a whole scene to this And finishing it off by adding a stamp sentiment that I embossed and then the other little hearts I just put them in the chalk ink so that they would sort of be softer in comparison to The words And then that came out cute. I hope you enjoyed this. I certainly enjoyed making it for you Please do do join the blog hop click on the link down below in order to do that The links for all the other things I've talked about are down below as well as a few on screen Click on my face to subscribe and I will see you guys next time. Bye. Bye


What's up everybody, Jason here with jacobyscasebrakes.com We just sold out a crazy mixture that we just whooped up here talked about an hour ago and here we are we sold it out This is 1819 one box of 1819 prism choice basketball and two boxes of 1920 and we call it prism choice basketball mixer to your random teams This is the only one we're gonna have just because we only had one box sitting on the personal side for about a month or two Just sitting there. So we decided hey, why not customers with a hey, let's try it out We did it and again just like the last prism choice cheered random teams as tears will stay the same Randomized list of customer names in the list of tears from the pelican stunder magic down to the Celtics T. Will's Mavericks We had to do two filler breaks, which we did prism retail 43 and 44 Congratulations to Juan and Ryan and then Chris and Steven who are now a part of this break and good luck to Scott who got the last three and last Bob module George got a spot straight up Ryan got a spot straight up in Solic Heaven and good luck to everybody guys appreciate the fill. There's the teams So let's roll the dice and we got a two and a six for eight times. Good luck one two three four five six seven eight Eight times George down to Scott eight times here now One two three four five six seven and eight Celtics down to the Bulls Wars Kings George you have the Celtics T. Will's Mavericks combo Kevin with the pelican stunder's magic Juan Lakers Rockets Pacers Scott with the Heat Sun's Bucks Ryan with the Hawks Hornets rafters Scott with the Cavs Pistons jazz Ryan with the Grizzlies Nets Nuggets Chris with the Wizard 76ers Blazers Steven with the Knicks Spurs and Clippers and Scott with the Bulls Warriors Kings I remember there is one box of 1819. So some of these teams may be shifted around and even making the tier much better guys So you never know guys Could be some monstrous stuff hiding in here if anybody wants to trade. I'll keep the trade will open for about a minute If not, we will start the break. Let me just title this really quick There's still also time to sell out that mixer on 824 day Kobe Bryant day. All right, does nobody want to treat this? I'm blaming you guys I Were closing I guess This is it guys, let's do it two prism choice boxes In 1819 we're gonna leave to do that one last do the first prism choice boxes right here That would be pretty awesome. Jaw is one of the only tiger stripes. That's a big player that I haven't pulled yet Pulled Diane LeBron Kobe Yanis Tatum silver start us off at the top not bad. You got Tatum silver and DeMar DeRosa All right, we got a tiger stripe. Oh, it is a rookie too actually It is PJ Washington, Jr. Charlotte Hornet who has a Charlotte Hornets Ryan. There you go, man That's the spot you bought him straight up and then Boston Celtics That would be going to George and then spurs would be Steven Alvin Adams for the Phoenix Sun sensational signatures Suns that's going to Scott last spot mojo with the heat Suns bucks combo. Oh nice another up-and-coming rookie I definitely hold on to this Darryl's Basley With a thunder 45 out of 88 Thunder went to Kevin We got Hassan White-Eye for the Blazers and a Kobe White very nice rookie and Miles Bridges Very nice Kobe whites Bulls last bomb older one of Scott with the Bulls Warriors Kings not a bad box All right first box done, let's go to the next one. I guess so Aaron I mean we sold a couple spots right now in the NT break I don't know if you want NT and The basketball mixer sold out. Why did you sell out that pack break? We're down to 16 and then one more after that NT's down to 18 now. I don't know. I'm still gonna be here for a little bit. So we'll fill up breaks, right? Magic Johnson silver I Lakers Ah Lakers nice man, I'm sure but I don't even nice man. That's cool I'll be home with the Lakers. Kobe white through fifty four. That's raw, right Oliver Graded maybe a little more maybe closer to seven eight hundred dollars Marcus all We got a green scope. These are gonna be out of eight It's tied your own guys, but hey if I'm gonna get a tied your own At least I'm gonna get a green scope. That's a rookie green scope number to eight eight out of eight Look at that. I'm on the day. We pull it eight out of eight PJ one for man. That would have been a great box then right PJ for almost four Kobe why let's say call it four that was a great first box You almost would have made your money back on a personal Basley 200. Oh man, you made your money back then easily Just on investment right there my only Utah Jazz And that Phoenix Suns was gonna go to Scott as well with the heat Suns bucks combo Utah Jazz Going on Scott as well and for the Lakers Rajam Rondo 53 out of 88 Another one for the Lakers there and I'll be one See Jim McCullum we got Deandre Jordan for the Nets and Jamal Murray nice. Let's even having a good playoffs, but Nuggets just cannot contain Donovan Mitchell Denver Nuggets. It's going to Ryan Nets It's going to Ryan as well and see Jim McCullum Rip city for the Blazers going to Chris All right, so far two boxes down. We are done with 1920 Now we're going with the big mama Good luck guys This box has been sitting with us in our personal shelf For a little bit of time. It's just been marinating and marinating and marinating Let's see what's in here. Oh, we've got a Colin Sexton silver to start us off. There you go Cleveland Cavaliers that is going to Scott last Bob Mojo Alfred Payton Pelicans Well, this would have been a great hit back in the 1819 though Mo Bamba Sensational signatures for the Orlando Magic Orlando Where's the magic? Oh Kevin? There you go. I never know. He's still really young too, right? Wow We got a green coming up And it's eight out of eight on Mamba Day Devonte Graham for the Charlotte Hornets that he's a good player And it's an eight out of eight It's pretty nice Ryan with the Charlotte Hornets That is that is sweet That is awesome, man. That's a good one. And then we got a Quinn Cook 28 out of 88. There's a bunch of eights everywhere today guys. I lost three right here guys. Good luck Brandon Ingram for the Lakers Zach Collins for the Blazers And Campbell Walker for the Charlotte Hornets All right guys, well, I know the price was pretty expensive for that prism choice 1819 But that Devonte Graham out of eight is pretty strong Definitely grade that one Ryan And there you go best not bad Do you want a gram to eight? You got Mo Bamba auto Collins accident silver Ty Jerome got another out of eight right here. Yeah, I mean, yeah I wish the mobile I wish Mo Bamba was a little bit better But you know at the same time he's still super young Kobe White Darius Basley PJ Washington, Jr. Tatum Silver Some good rookies Maybe not the Lucas and Zylons we wanted but pretty strong here in this out of a I'm gonna take a photo of this Ryan, you'll see this on the ground soon. I Appreciate it guys. Jasper's case breaks.com