This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information and to find out how you can volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Recording by Diana Keisners. The Enchanted April by Elizabeth von Arnhem. Chapter 13 The uneventful days, only outwardly uneventful, slipped by in floods of sunshine, and the servants, watching the four ladies, came to the conclusion that there was very little life in them. To the servants, San Salvatore seemed asleep. No one came to tea, nor did the ladies go anywhere to tea. Other tenants in other springs had been far more active. There had been stirrer and enterprise. The boat had been used. Excursions had been made. Beppo's fly was ordered. People from Mitzago came over and spent the day. The house rang with voices. Even sometimes champagne had been drunk. Life was varied. Life was interesting. But this? What was this? The servants were not even scolded. They were left completely to themselves. They yawned. Perplexing, too, was the entire absence of gentlemen. How could gentlemen keep away from so much beauty? Four added up, and even after the subtraction of the old one, the three younger ladies produced a formidable total of that which gentlemen usually sought. Also the evident desire of each lady to spend long hours separated from the other ladies puzzled the servants. The result was a deathly stillness in the house, except at mealtimes. It might have been as empty as it had been all the winter, for any sounds of life there were. The old lady sat in her room alone. The dark-eyed lady wandered off alone, loitering, so Domenico told them, who sometimes came across her in the course of his duties, incomprehensibly among the rocks. The very beautiful fair lady lay in her low chair in the top garden alone. The less but still beautiful fair lady went up to the hills and stayed at them for hours alone. And every day the sun blazed slowly round the house and disappeared at evening into the sea, and nothing at all had happened. The servants yawned. Yes, the four visitors, while their bodies sat, that was Mrs. Fisher's, or lay, that was Lady Caroline's, or loitered, that was Mrs. Arbuthnot's, or went in solitude up into the hills, that was Mrs. Wilkins, or anything but torpid really. Their minds were unusually busy, even at night their minds were busy, and the dreams they had were clear, thin, quick things, entirely different from the heavy dreams of home. There was that in the atmosphere of San Salvatore, which produced active-mindedness in all except the natives. They, as before, whatever the beauty around them, whatever the prodigal seasons did, remained immune from thoughts, other than those they were accustomed to. All their lives they had seen year by year, the amazing recurrent spectacle of April in the gardens, and custom had made it invisible to them. They were as blind to it, as unconscious of it, as Domenico's dog asleep in the sun. The visitors could not be blind to it, it was too arresting after London in a particularly wet and gloomy march. Suddenly to be transported to that place where the air was so still that it held its breath, where the light was so golden that the most ordinary things were transfigured. To be transported into that delicate warmth, that caressing fragrance, and to have the old grey castle at its setting, and in the distance, the serene clear hills of Perugini's backgrounds, what an astonishing contrast. Even Lady Caroline used all her life to beauty, who had been everywhere and seen everything, felt the surprise of it. It was that year a particularly wonderful spring, and of all the months at San Salvatore, April, if the weather was fine, was best. May scorched and withered, March was restless, and could be hard and cold in its brightness, but April came along swiftly like a blessing, and if it were a fine April it was so beautiful that it was impossible not to feel different, not to feel stirred and touched. Mrs. Wilkins, we have seen, responded to it instantly. She, so to speak, had once flung off all her garments and dived straight into glory, unhesitatingly with a cry of rapture. Mrs. Arbuthnot was stirred and touched, but differently. She had odd sensations, presently to be described. Mrs. Fisher, being old, was of a closer, more impermeable texture, and offered more resistance, but she too had odd sensations, also in their place to be described. Lady Caroline, already amply acquainted with beautiful houses and climates, to whom they could not come quite with the same surprise, yet was very nearly as quick to react as Mrs. Wilkins. The place had an almost instantaneous influence on her as well, and of one part of this influence she was aware. It had made her, beginning on the very first evening, want to think and acted on her curiously like a conscience. What this conscience seemed to press upon her notice with an insistence that startled her. Lady Caroline hesitated to accept the word, and what would keep on coming into her head was that she was...toddry. She must think that out. The morning after the first dinner together she woke up in a condition of regret that she should have been so talkative to Mrs. Wilkins the night before. What had made her be, she wondered. Now, of course, Mrs. Wilkins would want to grab. She would want to be inseparable, but of a grabbing and inseparableness that should last four weeks made Scrap's spirit swoon within her. No doubt the encouraged Mrs. Wilkins would be lurking in the top garden waiting to waylay her when she went out, and would hail her with morning cheerfulness. How much she hated being hailed with morning cheerfulness. Or indeed hailed at all. What to have encouraged Mrs. Wilkins the night before? Fatal to encourage. It was bad enough not to encourage, for just sitting there and saying nothing seemed usually to involve her, but actively to encourage was suicidal what on earth had made her. Now she would have to waste all the precious time, the precious, lovely time for thinking in, for getting square with herself, shaking Mrs. Wilkins off. With great caution and on the tips of her toes, balancing herself carefully lest the pebbles should scrunch, she stole out when she was dressed to her corner. But the garden was empty. No shaking off was necessary. Neither Mrs. Wilkins nor anybody else was to be seen. She had it entirely to herself. Except for Domenico, who presently came and hovered, watering his plants. Again especially all the plants that were nearest her. No one came out at all. And when after a long while of following up thoughts which seemed to escape her, just as she had got them and dropping off exhausted to sleep in the intervals of this chase, she felt hungry and looked at her watch and saw that it was past three and realized that nobody had even bothered to call her into lunch. So that Scrap could not but remark, if anyone was shaken off it was she herself. Well, but how delightful and how very new. Now she would really be able to think uninterruptedly. Delicious to be forgotten. Still she was hungry and Mrs. Wilkins after that excessive friendliness the night before might at least have told her lunch was ready. And she had really been excessively friendly. So nice about Malersha's sleeping arrangements, wanting him to have the spare room and all. She wasn't usually interested in arrangements. In fact, she wasn't ever interested in them. So that Scrap considered she might be said to have gone out of her way to be agreeable to Mrs. Wilkins. And in return Mrs. Wilkins didn't even bother whether or not she had had any lunch. Fortunately though she was hungry she didn't mind missing a meal. Life was full of meals. They took up an enormous proportion of one's time and Mrs. Fisher was she was afraid one of those persons who at meals linger. Twice now she had dined with Mrs. Fisher and each time she had been difficult at the end to dislodge lingering on slowly cracking innumerable nuts and slowly drinking a glass of wine that seemed as if it would never be finished. Probably it would be a good thing to make a habit of missing lunch and as it was quite easy to have tea brought out to her and as she breakfasted in her room only once a day would she have to sit at the dining room table and endure the nuts. Scrap burrowed her head comfortably in the cushions and with her feet crossed on the low parapet gave herself up to more thought. She said to herself as she had said at intervals throughout the morning now I'm going to think but never having thought out anything in her life it was difficult. Extraordinary how one's attention wouldn't stay fixed Extraordinary how one's mind slipped sideways settling herself down to a review of her past as a preliminary to the consideration of her future and hunting in it to begin with for any justification of that distressing word tawdry. The next thing she knew was that she wasn't thinking about this at all but had somehow switched on to Mr. Wilkins. Well, Mr. Wilkins was quite easy to think about though not pleasant. She viewed his approach with misgivings for not only was it a profound and unexpected bore to have a man added to the party and a man too of the kind she was sure Mr. Wilkins must be but she was afraid and her fear was the result of a drearily unvarying experience that he might wish to hang about her this possibility had evidently not yet occurred to Mrs. Wilkins and it was not one to which she could very well draw her attention not that is without being too fatuous to live she tried to hope that Mr. Wilkins would be a wonderful exception to the dreadful rule if only he were she would be so much obliged to him that she believed she might really quite like him but she had misgivings suppose he hung about her so that she was driven from her lovely top garden suppose the light in Mrs. Wilkins' funny flickering face was blown out scrap felt she would particularly dislike this to happen to Mrs. Wilkins' face yet she had never in her life met any wives not any at all who had been able to understand that she didn't in the least want their husbands often she had met wives who didn't want their husbands either but that made them nonetheless indignant if they thought somebody else did and nonetheless sure when they saw them hanging around scrap that she was trying to get them trying to get them the bear thought the bear recollections of these situations filled her with the boredom so extreme that it instantly sent her to sleep again when she woke up she went on with Mr. Wilkins now if thought scrap Mr. Wilkins were not an exception and behaved in the usual way would Mrs. Wilkins understand or would it just simply spoil her holiday she seemed quick but would she be quick about just this she seemed to understand and see inside one but would she understand and see inside one when it came to Mr. Wilkins the experienced scrap was full of doubts she shifted her feet on the parapet perhaps she had better try and explain to Mrs. Wilkins during the days still remaining before the arrival explain in a general way rather vague and talking at large her attitude towards such things she might also expound to her her peculiar dislike of people's husbands and her profound craving to be at least for this one month let alone but scrap had her doubts about this too such talk meant a certain familiarity meant embarking on a friendship with Mrs. Wilkins and if after having embarked on it and faced the peril it contained if too much Mrs. Wilkins Mr. Wilkins should turn out to be artful and people did get very artful when they were set on anything and manage after all to slip through into the top garden Mrs. Wilkins might easily believe she had been taken in and that she scrap was deceitful deceitful and about Mr. Wilkins wives were really pathetic at half past four she heard sounds of saucers on the other side of the Daphne bushes was tea being sent out to her no the sounds came no closer they stopped near the house tea was to be in the garden in her garden scrap considered she might at least have been asked if she minded being disturbed they all knew she sat there perhaps someone would bring hers to her in her corner no nobody brought anything well she was too hungry not to go and have it with the others today but she would give Francesca strict orders for the future she got up and walked with that slow grace which was another of her outrageous number of attractions towards the sounds of tea she was conscious not only of being very hungry but of wanting to talk to Mrs. Wilkins again Mrs. Wilkins had not grabbed she left her quite free all day in spite of the rapprochement the night before of course she was an original and put on a silk jumper for dinner but she hadn't grabbed this was a great thing scrap went towards the tea table quite looking forward to Mrs. Wilkins and when she came inside of it she saw only Mrs. Fisher and Mrs. Arbuthnaught Mrs. Fisher was pouring out the tea and Mrs. Arbuthnaught was offering Mrs. Fisher macaroons every time Mrs. Fisher offered Mrs. Arbuthnaught anything her cup or milk or sugar Mrs. Arbuthnaught offered her macaroons pressed them on her with an odd assiduousness almost with obstinacy was it a game Scrap wondered sitting down and seizing a macaroon where is Mrs. Wilkins asked Scrap they did not know at least Mrs. Arbuthnaught on Scrap's inquiry did not know Mrs. Fisher's face at the name became elaborately uninterested it appeared that Mrs. Wilkins had not been seen since breakfast Mrs. Arbuthnaught thought she had probably gone for a picnic Scrap missed her she ate the enormous macaroons the best and biggest she had ever come across in silence tea without Mrs. Wilkins was dull and Mrs. Arbuthnaught had that fatal flavour of motherliness about her of wanting to pet one to make one very comfortable coaxing one to eat coaxing her who was already so frankly so even excessively eating that seemed to have dogged Scrap's steps through life couldn't people leave one alone she was perfectly able to eat what she wanted uninsided she tried to quench Mrs. Arbuthnaught's zeal by being short with her useless the shortness was not apparent it remained as all Scrap's evil feelings remained covered up by the impenetrable veil of her loveliness Mrs. Fisher sat monumentally and took no notice of either of them she had had a curious day and was a little worried she'd been quite alone for none of the three had come to lunch and none of them had taken the trouble to let her know they were not coming and Mrs. Arbuthnaught drifting casually into tea had behaved oddly till Lady Caroline joined them and distracted her attention Mrs. Fisher was prepared not to dislike Mrs. Arbuthnaught whose parted hair and mild expression seemed very decent and womanly but she certainly had habits that were difficult to like her habit of instantly echoing any offer made her a food and drink of throwing the offer back on one as it were was not somehow what one expected of her will you have some more tea was surely a question to which the answer was simply yes or no but Mrs. Arbuthnaught persisted in the trick she had exhibited the day before at breakfast of adding to her yes or no the words will you she had done it again that morning at breakfast and here she was doing it at tea the two meals at which Mrs. Fisher presided and poured out why did she do it Mrs. Fisher failed to understand but this was not what was worrying her this was merely by the way what was worrying her was that she had been quite unable that day to settle to anything and had done nothing but wander restlessly from her sitting room to her battlements and back again it had been a wasted day and how much she disliked waste she had tried to read and she had tried to write to Kate Lumley but no a few words read a few lines written and up she got again and went out onto the battlements and stared at the sea it did not matter that the letter to Kate Lumley should not be written there was time enough for that let the others suppose her coming was definitely fixed all the better so would Mr. Wilkins be kept out of the spare room and put where he belonged Kate would keep she could be held in reserve Kate in reserve was just as potent as Kate in actuality and there were points about Kate in reserve which might be missing from Kate in actuality for instance if Mrs. Fisher were going to be restless she would rather Kate were not there to see there was a want of dignity about restlessness about trotting backwards and forwards but it did matter that she could not read a sentence of any of her great dead friends' writings no not even of Brownings who had been so much in Italy Norve Ruskins whose stones of Venice she had brought with her to reread so nearly on the very spot nor even a sentence of a really interesting book like the one she had found in her sitting-room about the home life of the German emperor of poor man written in the 90s when he had not yet begun to be more sinned against than sinning which was she was firmly convinced what was the matter with him now and full of exciting things about his birth and his right arm and accouture without having to put it down and go and stare at the sea reading was very important the proper exercise in development of one's mind was a paramount duty how could one read if one were constantly trotting in and out curious this restlessness was she going to be ill no she felt well indeed unusually well and she went in and out quite quickly trotted in fact and without her stick very odd that she shouldn't be able to sit still she thought frowning across the tops of some purple hyacinths at the Gulf of Spezia glittering beyond a headland very odd that she who walked so slowly such dependence on her stick should suddenly trot it would be interesting to talk to someone about it she felt not to Kate to a stranger Kate would only look at her and suggest a cup of tea Kate always suggested cups of tea besides Kate had a flat face that Mrs. Wilkins now annoying as she was whose tongue does she was impertinent objectionable would probably understand and perhaps know what was making her be like this but she could say nothing to Mrs. Wilkins she was the last person to whom one could admit sensations dignity alone forbade it confide in Mrs. Wilkins never Mrs. Arbuthnot while she wistfully mothered the obstructive scrap at tea felt too that she had had a curious day like Mrs. Fischer's it had been active but unlike Mrs. Fischer's only active in mind her body had been quite still her mind had not been still at all it had been excessively active for years she had taken care to have no time to think her scheduled life in the parish had prevented memories and desires from intruding on her that day they had crowded she went back to tea feeling dejected and that she should feel dejected in such a place with everything about her to make her rejoice only dejected her the more but how could she rejoice alone how could anybody rejoice and enjoy and appreciate really appreciate alone except Lottie Lottie seemed able to she had gone off down the hill directly after breakfast alone yet obviously rejoicing for she had not suggested that Rose should go too and she was singing as she went Rose had spent the day by herself sitting with her hands clasping her knees staring straight in front of her what she was staring at were the grey swords of the agaves and on their tall stalks the pale irises that grew in the remote place she had found while beyond them between the grey leaves and the blue flowers she saw the sea the place she had found was a hidden corner where the sun-baked stones were padded with time and nobody was likely to come it was out of sight and sound of the house it was off any path it was near the end of the promontory she sat so quiet that presently lizard started over her feet and some tiny birds like finches frightened away at first came back again flitted among the bushes round her just as if she hadn't been there how beautiful it was and what was the good of it with no one there no one who loved being with one who belonged to one to whom one could say look and wouldn't one say look dearest yes one would say dearest and the sweet word just to say it to somebody who loved one would make one happy she sat quite still staring straight in front of her strange that in this place she did not want to pray she who had prayed so constantly at home didn't seem able to do it here at all the first morning she'd merely thrown up a brief thank you to heaven on getting out of bed went straight to the window to see what everything looked like thrown up the thank you was carelessly as a ball and thought no more about it that morning remembering this and ashamed she'd knelt down with determination but perhaps determination was bad for prayers for she'd been unable to think of a thing to say and as for her bedtime prayers on neither of the nights had she said a single one she had forgotten them she'd been so much absorbed in other thoughts that she had forgotten them and once in bed she was asleep and whirling along among bright thin swift dreams before she had so much time as to stretch herself out what had come over her why had she let go the anchor of prayer and she had difficulty too in remembering her poor in remembering even that there were such things as poor holidays of course were good and were recognized by everybody as good but ought they so completely to blot out to make such havoc of the realities perhaps it was healthy to forget her poor with all the greater gusto would she go back to them but it couldn't be healthy to forget her prayers and still less could it be healthy not to mind Rose did not mind she knew she did not mind and even worse she knew she did not mind not minding in this place she was indifferent to both the things that had filled her life and made it seem as if it were happy for years well if only she could rejoice in her wonderful new surroundings have that much at least to set against the indifference the letting go but she could not she had no work she did not pray she was left empty Lottie had spoiled her day that day as she had spoiled her day the day before Lottie with her invitation to her husband with her suggestion that she too should invite hers having flung Frederick into her mind again the day before Lottie had left her for the whole afternoon she had left her alone with her thoughts since then they had been all of Frederick where at Hampstead he came to her only in her dreams here he left her dreams free and was with her during the day instead and again that morning as she was struggling not to think of him Lottie had asked her just before disappearing singing down the path if she had written yet and invited him and again he was flung into her mind and she wasn't able to get him out how could she invite him it had gone on so long there estrangement such years she would hardly know what words to use and besides he would not come why should he come he didn't care about being with her what could they talk about between them was the barrier of his work and her religion she could not how could she believing as she did in purity in responsibility for the effect of one's actions on others bear his work bear living by it and he she knew had at first resented and then been merely bored by her religion he had let her slip away he had given her up he no longer minded he accepted her religion indifferently as a settled fact both it and she rose his mind becoming more luminous in the clear light of April at San Salvatore suddenly saw the truth bored him naturally when she saw this when that morning it flashed upon her for the first time she did not like it she liked it so little that for a space the whole beauty of Italy was blotted out what was to be done about it she could not give up believing in good and not liking evil and it must be evil to live entirely on the proceeds of adulteries however dead and distinguished they were besides if she did if she sacrificed her whole past her bringing up her work for the last ten years would she bore him less rose felt right down at her very roots that if you have once thoroughly bored somebody it is next to impossible to unbore him once a bore always a bore certainly she thought to the person originally bored then thought she looking out to see through eyes grown misty better cling to her religion it was better she hardly noticed the reprehensiveness of her thought than nothing but oh she wanted to cling to something tangible to love something living something that one could hold against one's heart that one could see and touch and do things for if her poor baby hadn't died babies didn't get bored with one it took them a long while to grow up and find one out and perhaps one's baby never did find one out perhaps one would always be to it however old and bearded it grew somebody special somebody different from everyone else and if for no other reason precious in that one could never be repeated sitting with dim eyes looking out to see she felt an extraordinary yearning to hold something of her very own tight to her bosom rose was slender and as reserved and figure as in character yet she felt a queer sensation of how could she describe it bosom it was something about sans salvatore that made her feel all bosom she wanted to gather to her bosom to comfort and protect soothing the dear head that should lie on it with softest strokings and murmurs of love Frederick Frederick's child come to her pillowed on her because they were unhappy because they had been hurt they would need her then if they had been hurt they would let themselves be loved then if they were unhappy well the child was gone would never come now but perhaps Frederick someday when he was old and tired such remisses are both not reflections and emotions that first day at sans salvatore by herself she went back to tea dejected as she had not been for years sans salvatore had taken her carefully built up semblance of happiness away from her and given her nothing in exchange yes it had given her yearnings in exchange this ache and longing this queer feeling of bosom but that was worse than nothing and she who had learned balance who never at home was irritated but always able to be kind could not even in her dejection that afternoon endure Mrs. Fisher's assumption of the position as hostess at tea one would have supposed that such a little thing would not have touched her but it did was her nature changing was she to be not only thrown back on long stifled yearnings after Frederick but also turned into somebody who wanted to fight over little things after tea when both Mrs. Fisher and Lady Caroline had disappeared again it was quite evident that nobody wanted her she was more dejected than ever overwhelmed by the discrepancy between the splendor outside her the warm teeming beauty and self-sufficiency of nature the blank emptiness of her heart then came Lottie back to dinner incredibly more freckled exuding the sunshine she'd been collecting all day talking, laughing being tactless, being unwise being without reticence and Lady Caroline so quiet at tea woke up to animation and Mrs. Fisher was not so noticeable and Rose was beginning to revive a little for Lottie's spirits were contagious as she described the delights of her day a day which might easily to anyone else have had nothing in it but a very long and very hot walk and sandwiches and she suddenly said catching Rose's eye letter gone Rose flushed this tactlessness what letter? asked Scrap, interested both her elbows were on the table and her chin was supported in her hands for the nut stage had been reached and there was nothing for it but to wait in as comfortable a position as possible till Mrs. Fisher had finished cracking asking her husband here said Lottie Mrs. Fisher looked up another husband was there to be no end to them nor was this one then a widow either but her husband was no doubt a decent respectable man following a decent respectable calling she had little hope of Mr. Wilkins so little that she had refrained from inquiring what he did has it? persisted Lottie as Rose said nothing no said Rose oh well tomorrow then said Lottie Rose wanted to say no again to this Lottie would have in her place and would besides have expounded all her reasons but she could not turn herself inside out like that and invite any and everybody to come and look how was it that Lottie who saw so many things didn't see stuck on her heart and seeing keeping quiet about it the sore place that was Frederick who is your husband asked Mrs. Fisher carefully adjusting another nut between the crackers who should he be said Rose quickly roused at once by Mrs. Fisher to irritation except Mr. Arbuthnot I mean of course what is Mr. Arbuthnot and Rose gone painfully read at this said after a tiny pause my husband naturally Mrs. Fisher was incensed she couldn't have believed it of this one with her decent hair and gentle voice that she too should be impertinent End of Chapter 13 This is a LibriVox recording all LibriVox recordings are in the public domain for more information to find out how you can volunteer please visit LibriVox.org Recording by Diana Keisner The Enchanted April by Elizabeth Van Arnim Chapter 14 That first week the wisteria began to fade and the flowers of the Judas tree and peach trees fell off and carpeted the ground with rose color then all the fritias disappeared and the irises grew scarce and then, while these were clearing themselves away the double banksia roses came out and the big summer roses suddenly flaunted gorgeously on the walls and trellises Fortune's Yellow was one of them a very beautiful rose presently the Tamarisk and the Daphne's were at their best and the lilies at their tallest by the end of the week the fig trees were giving shade the plum blossom was out among the olives the modest wajilias appeared in their fresh pink clothes and on the rocks sprawled masses of thick-leaved star-shaped flowers some vivid purple and some a clear pale lemon by the end of the week too Mr. Wilkins arrived even as his wife had foreseen he would so he did and there were signs almost of eagerness about his acceptance of her suggestion for he had not waited to write a letter in answer to hers but had telegraphed that surely was eager it showed Scrap thought a definite wish for reunion and watching his wife's happy face and aware of her desire that Malers should enjoy his holiday she told herself that he would be a very unusual fool should he waste his time bothering about anybody else if he isn't nice to her Scrap thought he shall be taken to the battlements and tipped over for by the end of the week she and Mrs. Wilkins had become Caroline and Lottie to each other and were friends Mrs. Wilkins had always been friends but Scrap had struggled not to be she tried hard to be cautious but how difficult was caution with Mrs. Wilkins free herself from every vestige of it she was so entirely unreserved so completely expansive that soon Scrap, almost before she knew what she was doing was being unreserved too and nobody could be more unreserved than Scrap once she let herself go the only difficulty about Lottie was that she was nearly always somewhere else you couldn't catch her you couldn't pin her down to come and talk Scrap's fears that she would grab seemed grotesque in retrospect why there was no grab in her at dinner and after dinner were the only times one really saw her all day long she was invisible and would come back in the late afternoon seeing a perfect sight her hair full of bits of moss and her freckles worse than ever perhaps she was making the most of her time before Malerche arrived to do all the things she wanted to do and meant to devote herself afterwards to going about with him tidy and in her best clothes Scrap watched her interested in spite of herself because it seemed so extraordinary to be as happy as all that on so little San Salvatore was beautiful and the weather was divine but scenery and weather had never been enough for Scrap and how could they be enough for somebody who would have to leave them quite soon and go back to life in Hampstead also there was the imminence of Malerche of that Malerche from whom Lottie had so lately run it was all very well to feel one ought to share and to make a beau gest and do it but the beau gests Scrap had known hadn't made anybody happy nobody really liked being the object of one and it always meant an effort on the part of the maker still she had to admit there was no effort about Lottie it was quite plain that everything she did and said was effortless and that she was just simply completely happy and so Mrs. Wilkins was but her doubts as to whether she had had time to become steady enough in serenity to go on being serene and Malerche's company when she had it uninterruptedly right round the clock had gone by the middle of the week and she felt that nothing now could shake her she was ready for anything she was firmly grafted, rooted built into heaven whatever Malerche said or did she would not budge an inch out of heaven would not rouse herself a single instant to come outside it and be cross on the contrary she was going to pull him up into it beside her and they would sit comfortably together suffused in light and laugh at how much afraid of him she used to be in Hampstead and at how deceitful her afraidness had made her but he wouldn't need much pulling he would come in quite naturally after a day or two irresistibly wafted on the scented breezes of that divine air and there he would sit arrayed in stars thought Mrs. Wilkins in whose mind among much other debris floated occasional bright shreds of poetry she laughed to herself a little at the picture of Malerche that top-hatted black-coated respectable family solicitor arrayed in stars but she laughed affectionately almost with a maternal pride in how splendid he would look in such fine clothes poor lamb she murmured to herself affectionately and added what he wants is a thorough airing this was during the first half of the week by the beginning of the last half at the end of which Mr. Wilkins arrived she left off even assuring herself that she was unshakable that she was permeated beyond altering by the atmosphere she no longer thought of it or noticed it she took it for granted if one may say so and she certainly said so not only to herself but also to Lady Caroline she had found her celestial legs contrary to Mrs. Fisher's idea of the Seamley but of course contrary what else would one expect of Mrs. Wilkins she did not go to meet her husband at Misago but merely walked down to the point where Beppo's fly would leave him and his luggage in the street of Castagneto Mrs. Fisher disliked the arrival of Mr. Wilkins and was sure that anybody who could have married Mrs. Wilkins must be at least of an injudicious disposition but a husband whatever his disposition should be properly met Mr. Fisher had always been properly met never once in his married life had he gone unmet at a station nor had he ever not been seen off these observances, these courtesies strengthened the bonds of marriage and made the husband feel he could rely on his wife's being always there always being there was the essential secret for a wife what would have become of Mr. Fisher if she had neglected to act on this principle she preferred not to think enough things became of him as it was for whatever one's care and stopping up married life yet seemed to contain chinks but Mrs. Wilkins took no pains she just walked down the hill singing Mrs. Fisher could hear her and picked up her husband in the street as casually as if he were a pin the three others still in bed for it was not nearly time to get up heard her as she passed beneath their windows down the zigzag path to meet Mr. Wilkins who was coming by the morning train and Scrap smiled and rose side and Mrs. Fisher rang her bell and desired Francesca to bring her breakfast in her room all three had breakfast that day in their rooms moved by a common instinct to take cover Scrap always breakfasted in bed but she had the same instinct for cover and during breakfast she'd made plans for spending the whole day where she was perhaps though it wouldn't be as necessary that day as the next that day Scrap calculated Miller should be provided for he would want to have a bath and having a bath at San Salvatore was an elaborate business a real adventure if one had a hot one in the bathroom and it took a lot of time it involved the attendance of the entire staff Domenico and the boy Giuseppe coaxing the patent stove to burn restraining it when it burnt too fiercely using the bellows to it when it threatened to go out relighting it when it did go out Francesca anxiously hovering over the tap regulating its trickle because if it were turned on too full the water instantly ran cold and if not full enough the stove blew up inside and mysteriously flooded the house and Costanza and Angela running up and down bringing pails of hot water from the kitchen to eke out what the tap did this bath had been put in lately and was at once the pride and the terror of the servants it was very patent nobody quite understood it there were long printed instructions as to its right treatment hanging on the wall in which the word periculoso recurred when Mrs. Fisher proceeding on her arrival to the bathroom saw this word she went back to her room again and ordered a sponge bath instead and when the others found what using the bathroom meant and how reluctant the servants were to leave them alone with the stove and how Francesca positively refused to and stayed with her back turned watching the tap and how the remaining servants waited anxiously outside the door till the bather came safely out again they too had sponge baths brought into their rooms instead Mr. Wilkins however was a man and would be sure to want a big bath having it Scrap calculated would keep him busy for a long while then he would unpack and then after his night in the train he would probably sleep till the evening so would he be provided for the whole of that day and not be let loose on them till dinner therefore Scrap came to the conclusion she would be quite safe in the garden that day and got up as usual after breakfast and dawdled as usual through her dressing listening with a slight cocked ear to the sounds of Mr. Wilkins' arrival of his luggage being carried into Lottie's room on the other side of the landing of his educated voice as he inquired of Lottie first do I give this fellow anything? and immediately afterwards would he have a hot bath? of Lottie's voice cheerfully assuring him that he needn't give the fellow anything because he was the gardener and that yes he could have a hot bath and soon after this the landing was filled with the familiar noises of wood being brought of water being brought of feet running of tongues vociferating in fact with the preparation of the bath Scrap finished dressing and then loitered at her window waiting till she should hear Mr. Wilkins go into the bathroom when he was safely there she would slip out and settle herself in her garden and resume her inquiries into the probable meaning of her life she was getting on with her inquiries she dosed much less frequently and was beginning to be inclined to agree that todry was the word to apply to her past also she was afraid that her future looked black there she could hear Mr. Wilkins educated voice again Lottie's door had opened and he was coming out of it asking his way to the bathroom it's where you see the crowd Lottie's voice answered still a cheerful voice Scrap was glad to notice his steps went along the landing and Lottie's steps seemed to go downstairs and then there seemed to be a brief altercation at the bathroom door hardly so much an altercation as a chorus of vociferations on one side and wordless determination Scrap judged to have a bath by oneself on the other Mr. Wilkins knew no Italian and the expression periculoso left him precisely as it found him or would have if he had seen it but naturally he took no notice of the printed matter on the wall he firmly closed the door on the servants resisting Domenico who tried to the last to press through and locked himself in as a man should for his bath judicially considering as he made his simple preparations for getting in the singular standard of behaviour of these foreigners who both male and female apparently wished to stay with him while he bathed in Finland he had heard the female natives not only were present on such occasions but actually washed the bath taking traveller he had not heard however that this was true too of Italy which somehow seemed much nearer civilisation perhaps because one went there and did not go to Finland impartially examining this reflection and carefully balancing the claims to civilisation of Italy and Finland Mr Wilkins got into the bath and turned off the tap naturally he turned off the tap it was what one did but on the instructions printed in red letters was a paragraph saying that the tap should not be turned off as long as there was still fire in the stove it should be left on not much on but on until the fire was quite out otherwise and here again was the word periculoso the stove would blow up Mr Wilkins got into the bath turned off the tap and the stove blew up exactly as the printed instructions said it would it blew up fortunately only in its inside but it blew up with a terrific noise and Mr Wilkins leapt out of the bath and rushed to the door and only the instinct born out of the doors of training made him snatch up a towel as he rushed scrap halfway across the landing on her way out of doors heard the explosion good heavens she thought remembering the instruction there goes Mr Wilkins and she ran toward the head of the stairs to call the servants and as she ran out ran Mr Wilkins clutching his towel and ran into each other that damned bath cried Mr Wilkins imperfectly concealed in his towel his shoulders exposed at one end and his legs at the other and Lady Caroline Dester to meet whom he had swallowed all his anger with his wife and come out to Italy for Lottie in her letter had told him who was at San Salvatore besides herself and Mrs Arbuthnaught Mr Wilkins at once had perceived that this was an opportunity which might never recur Lottie had merely said there are two other women here Mrs Fisher and Lady Caroline Dester but that was enough he knew all about the droid witches their wealth, their connections their place in history and the power they had should they choose to exert it of making yet another solicitor for Lottie by adding him to those they already employed some people employed one solicitor for one branch of their affairs and another for another the affairs of the droid witches must have many branches he'd also heard for it was he considered part of his business to hear and having heard it to remember of the beauty of their only daughter even if the droid witches themselves did not need his services their daughter might beauty led one into strange situations advice could never come amiss and should none of them neither parents nor daughter nor any of their brilliant sons need him in his professional capacity it yet was obviously a most valuable acquaintance to make it opened up vistas it swelled with possibilities he might go on living in Hampstead for years and not again come across such another chance directly his wife's letter reached him he telegraphed and packed this was business he was not a man to lose time when it came to business nor was he a man to jeopardize a chance by neglecting to be amiable he met his wife perfectly amiable aware that amiability under such circumstances was wisdom besides he actually felt amiable very for once Lottie was really helping him he kissed her affectionately on getting out of Beppo's fly and was afraid she must have got up extremely early he made no complaints of the steepness of the walk-up he told her pleasantly of his journey and when called upon obediently admired the views it was all neatly mapped out in his mind what he was going to do that first day have a shave, have a bath put on clean clothes, sleep a while and then would come lunch and the introduction to Lady Caroline in the train he had selected the words of his greeting going over them with care some slight expression of his gratification in meeting one of whom he in common with the whole world had heard but of course put delicately, very delicately some slight reference to her distinguished parents and the part her family had played in the history of England made of course with proper tact a sentence or two about her eldest brother Lord Winchcombe who had won his VC in the late war under circumstances which could only cause he might or might not add this every Englishman's heart higher than ever with pride and the first steps towards what might well be the turning point in his career would have been taken and here he was no, it was too terrible what could be more terrible only a towel on water running off his legs and that exclamation he knew it once the lady was Lady Caroline the minute the exclamation was out he knew it why did Mr. Wilkins use that word and never, never in the presence of a lady or a client well, ask for the towel why had he come why had he not stayed in Hampstead it would be impossible to live this town but Mr. Wilkins was reckoning without scrap she indeed screwed up her face at the first flash of him on her astonished sight in an enormous effort not to laugh and having choked the laughter down and got her face serious again she said as composedly as if he had had all his clothes on how do you do what perfect tact Mr. Wilkins could have worshipped her this exquisite ignoring blue blood of course coming out overwhelmed with gratitude he took her offered hand and said how do you do in his turn and merely to repeat the ordinary words seemed magically to restore the situation to the normal indeed he was so much relieved and it was so natural to be shaking hands to be conventionally greeting that he forgot he had only a towel on and his professional manner came back to him he forgot what he was looking like but he did not forget that this was Lady Caroline Dester he had come all the way to Italy to see and he did not forget that it was in her face her lovely and important face that he had flung his terrible exclamation he must at once entreat her forgiveness to say such a word to a lady to any lady but of all ladies to just this one I'm afraid I used unpardonable language began Mr. Wilkins very earnestly as earnestly and ceremoniously as if he had had his clothes on I thought it most appropriate said Scrap who was used to dams Mr. Wilkins was incredibly relieved and soothed by this answer no offence then taken blue blood again only blue blood could afford such a liberal such an understanding attitude it is Lady Caroline Dester is it not to whom I am speaking he asked his voice sounding even more carefully cultivated than usual for he had to restrain too much pleasure too much relief too much of the joy of the pardon and the shriven from getting into it yes said Scrap and for the life of her she couldn't help smiling she couldn't help it I hadn't meant to smile at Mr. Wilkins not ever but really he looked and then his voice was the top of the rest of him oblivious of the towel and his legs and talking just like a church allow me to introduce myself said Mr. Wilkins with the ceremony of the drawing room my name is Malerche Wilkins and he instinctively held out his hand a second time at the words perhaps it was said Scrap a second time having hers shaken and a second time unable not to smile he was about to proceed to the first of the graceful tributes he had prepared in the train oblivious as he could not see himself that he was without his clothes when the servants came running up the stairs and simultaneously Mrs. Fisher appeared in the doorway of her sitting room for all this had happened very quickly and the servants away in the kitchen and Mrs. Fisher pacing her battlements had not had time on hearing the noise to appear before the second handshake the servants when they heard the dreaded noise knew at once what had happened and rushed straight into the bathroom to try and staunch the flood taking no notice of the figure on the landing and the towel but Mrs. Fisher did not know what the noise could be and coming out of her room to inquire she stood rooted on the door sill it was enough to root anybody Lady Caroline shaking hands with what evidently if he had had clothes on would have been Mrs. Wilkins' husband and both of them conversing just as if then Scrap became aware of Mrs. Fisher she turned to her at once do let me she said gracefully introduce Mr. Malerche Wilkins he has just come this she added turning to Mr. Wilkins is Mrs. Fisher and Mr. Wilkins nothing if not courteous reacted at once to the conventional formula first he bowed to the elderly lady in the doorway then he crossed over to her his wet feet leaving footprints as he went and having got to her he politely held out his hand it is a pleasure said Mr. Wilkins in his carefully modulated voice to meet a friend of my wife's Scrap melted away down into the garden end of chapter 14 this is a LibriVox recording all LibriVox recordings are in the public domain for more information and to find out how you can volunteer please visit LibriVox.org recording by Diana Keisner's The Enchanted April by Elizabeth von Arnhem Chapter 15 the strange effect of this incident was that when they met that evening at dinner both Mrs. Fisher and Lady Caroline had a singular feeling of secret understanding with Mr. Wilkins he could not be to them as other men he could not be to them as he would have been if they had met him in his clothes there was a sense of broken ice they felt at once intimate and indulgent almost they felt to him as nurses do as those feel who have assisted either patients or young children at their baths they were acquainted with Mr. Wilkins' legs what Mrs. Fisher said to him that morning in her first shock will never be known but what Mr. Wilkins said to her in reply when reminded by what she was saying of his condition was so handsome in its apology so proper in its confusion that she had ended by being quite sorry for him and completely placated after all it was an accident and nobody could help accidents and when she saw him next at dinner dressed, polished spotless as to linen and sleek as to hair she felt this singular sensation of a secret understanding with him and added to it of a kind of almost personal pride in his appearance now that he was dressed which presently extended in some subtle way to an almost personal pride in everything he said there was no doubt whatever in Mrs. Fisher's mind that a man was infinitely preferable as a companion to a woman Mr. Wilkins' presence and conversation at once raised the standard of the dinner table from that of a bear garden a bear garden to that of a civilized social gathering he talked as men talk about interesting subjects and though most courteous to Lady Caroline showed no traces of dissolving into simpers and idiocy whenever he addressed her he was indeed precisely as courteous to Mrs. Fisher herself and when for the first time at that table politics were introduced he listened to her with the proper seriousness on her exhibiting a desire to speak and treated her opinions with the attention they deserved he appeared to think much as she did about Lloyd George and in regard to literature he was equally sound in fact there was real conversation and he liked nuts how he could have married Mrs. Wilkins was a mystery Lottie for her part looked on with round eyes she had expected Malerche to take at least two days before he got to this stage but the San Salvatore spell had worked instantly it was not only that he was pleasant at dinner for she had always seen him pleasant at dinners with other people but he had been pleasant all day privately so pleasant that he had complimented her on her looks while she was brushing out her hair and kissed her kissed her and it was neither good morning nor good night well this being so she would put off telling him the truth about her nest egg and about Rose not being his hostess after all till next day pity to spoil things she had been going to blurt it out as soon as he had rest but it did seem a pity to disturb such a very beautiful frame of mind as that of Malerche this first day let him too get more firmly fixed in heaven once fixed he wouldn't mind anything her face sparkled with delight at the instantaneous effect of San Salvatore even the catastrophe of the bath of which she had been told when she came in from the garden had not shaken him of course all that he had needed was a holiday what a brute she had been to him when he wanted to take her himself to Italy but this arrangement as it happened was ever so much better though not through any merit of hers she talked and laughed gaily not a shred of fear of him left in her said struck by his spotlessness that he looked so clean that one could eat one's dinner off him and Scrap laughed Malerche laughed too he would have minded that at home supposing that at home she had had the spirit to say it it was a successful evening Scrap whenever she looked at Mr. Wilkins saw him in his towel dripping water and felt indulgent Mrs. Fisher was delighted with him Rose was a dignified hostess in Mr. Wilkins eyes quiet and dignified and he admired the way she waved her right to preside at the head of the table as a graceful compliment of course to Mrs. Fisher's age Mrs. Arbuthnaught was opined Mr. Wilkins naturally retiring she was the most retiring of the three ladies he had met her before dinner alone for a moment in the drawing room and had expressed in appropriate language his sense of her kindness in wishing him to join her party and she had been retiring was she shy probably she had blushed and murmured as if in deprecation and then the others had come in at dinner she talked least he would of course become better acquainted with her during the next few days and it would be a pleasure he was sure meanwhile Lady Caroline was all and more than all Mr. Wilkins had imagined and had received his speeches worked in skillfully between the courses graciously Mrs. Fisher was the exact old lady he had been hoping to come across in professional life and Laudy had not only immensely improved but was obviously au mieux Mr. Wilkins knew what was necessary in French with Lady Caroline he had been much tormented during the day by the thought of how he had stood conversing with Lady Caroline forgetful of his not being dressed and had at last written her a note most deeply apologizing and beseeching her to overlook his amazing his incomprehensible obliviousness to which she had replied in pencil on the back of the envelope don't worry and he had obeyed her commands and had put it from him the result was he was now in great contentment before going to sleep that night he pinched his wife's ear she was amazed these endearments what is more the morning brought no relapse in Mr. Wilkins and he kept up to his high level throughout the day in spite of its being the first day of the second week and therefore payday it being payday precipitated Laudy's confession which she had when it came to the point been inclined to put off a little longer she was not afraid she dared anything but Millers was in such an admirable humor why risk clouding it just yet when however soon after breakfast Costanza appeared with a pile of very dirty little bits of paper covered with sums in pencil and having knocked at Mrs. Fisher's door and been sent away and at Lady Caroline's door and been sent away and at Rose's door and had no answer because Rose had gone out she way-laid Laudy who was showing Millers over the house and pointed to the bits of paper and talked very rapidly and loud and shrugged her shoulders a great deal and kept on pointing at the bits of paper Laudy remembered that a week had passed without anybody paying anything to anyone and that the moment had come to settle up does this good lady want something inquired Mr. Wilkins money said Laudy money it's the housekeeping bills well you have nothing to do with those said Mr. Wilkins serenely oh yes I have and the confession was precipitated it was wonderful how Millers took it one would have imagined that his sole idea about the nest egg had always been that it should be lavished on just this he did not as he would have done at home cross-examine her he accepted everything as it came pouring out about her fibs and all and when she'd finished and said you have every right to be angry I think but I hope you won't be and will forgive me instead he merely asked what can be more beneficial than that whereupon she put her arm through his and held it tight and said oh Millers you really are too sweet her face red with pride in him that he should so quickly assimilate the atmosphere that he should at once become nothing but kindness showed surely what a real affinity he had with good and beautiful things he belonged quite naturally in this place of heavenly calm he was extraordinary how she had misjudged him by nature a child of light fancy not minding the dreadful fibs she had gone in for before leaving home fancy passing even those over without comment wonderful yet not wonderful wasn't he in heaven in heaven nobody minded any of those done with things he didn't even trouble to forgive and forget one was much too happy she pressed his arm tight in her gratitude and appreciation and though he did not withdraw his neither did he respond to her pressure Mr. Wilkins was of a cool habit and rarely had any real wish to press meanwhile Costanza perceiving that she had lost the Wilkins' ear had gone back to Mrs. Fisher who at least understood Italian besides being clearly in the servant's eyes the one of the party marked down by age and appearance to pay the bills and to her while Mrs. Fisher put the final touches to her toilette for she was preparing by means of putting on a hat and veil and feather boa and gloves to go for her first stroll in the lower garden positively her first since her arrival she explained that unless she was given money to pay the last week's bills the shops of Castagneto would refuse credit for the current week's food not even credit would they give affirmed Costanza who had been spending a great deal and was anxious to pay all her relations what was owed them and also to find out how her mistresses took it for that day's meals soon it would be the hour of colazione and how could there be colazione without meat without fish without eggs without Mrs. Fisher took the bills out of her hand and looked at the total and she was so much astonished by its size so much horrified by the extravagance to which it testified that she sat down at her writing table to go into the thing thoroughly Costanza had a very bad half hour she had not supposed it was in the English to be so mercenary and then Lavecchia as she was called in the kitchen knew so much Italian and with a doggedness that filled Costanza with shame on her behalf for such conduct was the last thing when expected from the noble English she went through item after item requiring and persisting till she got them explanations there were no explanations except that Costanza had had one glorious week of doing exactly as she chose of splendid unbridled license and that this was the result Costanza having no explanations wept it was miserable to think she would have to cook from now on under watchfulness under suspicion and what would her relatives say when they found the orders they received were whittled down they would say she had no influence they would despise her Costanza wept that Mrs. Fisher was unmoved in slow and splendid Italian with the roll of the cantos of the inferno she informed her that she would pay no bills till the following week and that meanwhile the food was to be precisely as good as ever and at a quarter the cost Costanza threw up her hands next week proceeded Mrs. Fisher unmoved if she found this had been so she would pay the whole otherwise she paused for what she would do otherwise she did not know herself but she paused and looked impenetrable majestic and menacing and Costanza was cowed then Mrs. Fisher having dismissed her with a gesture went in search of Lady Caroline to complain she had been under the impression that Lady Caroline ordered the meals and therefore was responsible for the prices but now it appeared that the cook had been left to do exactly as she pleased ever since they got there which of course was simply disgraceful scrap was not in her bedroom but the room on Mrs. Fisher's opening the door for she suspected her of being in it and only pretending not to hear the knock was still flower-like from her presence sent sniffed Mrs. Fisher shutting it again and she wished Carlyle could have had five minutes straight talk with this young woman and yet perhaps even he she went downstairs to go into the garden in search of her and in the hall encountered Mr. Wilkins he had his hat on and was lighting a cigar indulgent as Mrs. Fisher felt towards Mr. Wilkins and peculiarly and even mystically related after the previous morning's encounter she yet could not like a cigar in the house out of doors she endured it but it was not necessary when out of doors was such a big place to indulge the habit indoors even Mr. Fisher who had been she should say a man originally tenacious of habits had quite soon after marriage got out of this one however Mr. Wilkins snatching off his hat on seeing her instantly through the cigar away he threw it into the water a great jar of Aram lilies presumably contained and Mrs. Fisher aware of the value men attached to their newly lit cigars could not but be impressed by this immediate and magnificent amande honorable but the cigar did not reach the water it got caught in the lilies and smoked on by itself among them a strange and depraved looking object where are you going to my pri- began Mr. Wilkins advancing towards Mrs. Fisher but he broke off just in time was it morning spirits impelling him to address Mrs. Fisher in the terms of a nursery rhyme he wasn't even aware that he knew the thing most strange what could have put it at such a moment into his self-possessed head he felt great respect for Mrs. Fisher and would not for the world have insulted her by addressing her as a maid pretty or otherwise he wished to stand well with her she was a woman of parts and also he suspected of property at breakfast they had been most pleasant together and he had been struck by her apparent intimacy with well-known persons Victorians of course but it was restful to talk about them after the strain of his brother-in-law's Georgian parties who had come from Stead Heath he and she were getting on famously he felt she already showed all the symptoms of presently wishing to become a client not for the world would he offend her he turned a little cold at the narrowness of his escape she had not however noticed he were going out he said very politely all readiness should she confirm his assumption to accompany her I want to find Lady Caroline said Mrs. Fisher going towards the glass door leading into the top garden an agreeable quest remarked Mr. Wilkins may I assist in the search allow me he added opening the door for her she usually sits over in that corner behind the bushes said Mrs. Fisher and I don't know about it being a quest she's been letting the bills run up in the most terrible fashion and needs a good scolding Lady Caroline said Mr. Wilkins unable to follow such an attitude what has Lady Caroline if I may inquire to do with the bills here the housekeeping was left to her and as we all share alike it ought to have been a matter of honour with her but Lady Caroline housekeeping for the party here a party which includes my wife my dear lady you render me speechless do you not know she is the daughter of the droid witches oh is that who she is said Mrs. Fisher scrunching heavily over the pebbles towards the hidden corner well that accounts for it the muddle that man droid witch made in his department in the war was a national scandal it amounted to misappropriation of the public funds but it is impossible I assure you to expect the daughter of the droid witches began Mr. Wilkins earnestly the droid witches interrupted Mrs. Fisher are neither here nor there duties undertaken should be performed I don't intend my money to be squandered for the sake of any droid witches a headstrong old lady perhaps not so easy to deal with as he had hoped but how wealthy only the consciousness of great wealth would make her snap her fingers in this manner at the droid witches Lottie on being questioned had been fake about her circumstances and had described her house as a mausoleum that fish swimming about in it but now he was sure she was more than very well off still he wished he had not joined her at this moment for he had no sort of desire to be present at such a spectacle as the scolding of Lady Carolyn Dester again however he was reckoning without scrap whatever she felt when she looked up and beheld Mr. Wilkins discovering her corner on the very first morning nothing but angelicness appeared on her face she took her feet off the parapet on Mrs. Fisher's sitting down on it and listening gravely to her opening remarks as to her not having any money to fling about in reckless and uncontrolled household expenditure interrupted her flow by pulling one of the cushions from behind her head and offering it to her sit on this said scrap holding it out you'll be more comfortable Mr. Wilkins leapt to relieve her of it oh thanks said Mrs. Fisher interrupted it was difficult to get into the swing again Mr. Wilkins inserted the cushion solicitously between the slightly raised Mrs. Fisher and the stone of the parapet and again she had to say thanks it was interrupted besides Lady Caroline said nothing in her defence she only looked at her and listened with the face of an attentive angel it seemed to Mr. Wilkins that it must be difficult to scold a dester who looked like that and so exquisitely said nothing Mrs. Fisher he was glad to see gradually found it difficult herself for her severity slackened and she ended by saying lamely you ought to have told me you were not doing it I didn't know you thought I was said the lovely voice I should now like to know said Mrs. Fisher what you propose to do for the rest of the time here nothing said scrap smiling nothing do you mean to say if I may be allowed ladies interposed Mr. Wilkins in his suavest professional manner to make a suggestion they both looked at him and remembering him as they first saw him felt indulgent I would advise you not to spoil a delightful holiday with worries over housekeeping exactly said Mrs. Fisher it is what I intend to avoid most sensible said Mr. Wilkins why not then he continued allow the cook an excellent cook by the way so much ahead per diem Mr. Wilkins knew what was necessary in Latin and tell her that for this sum she must cater for you and not only cater but cater as well as ever one could easily reckon it out the charges of a moderate hotel for instance would do as a basis halved or perhaps even quartered and this week that has just passed ask Mrs. Fisher the terrible bills of this first week what about them they shall be my present to Zanzalvatore said scrap who didn't like the idea of Lottie's nest egg being reduced so much beyond what she was prepared for there was a silence the ground was cut out from under Mrs. Fisher's feet of course if you choose to throw your money about she said at last disapproving but immensely relieved while Mr. Wilkins was wrapped in the contemplation of the precious qualities of blue blood this readiness for instance not to trouble about money this free-handedness it was not only what one admired in others admired in others perhaps more than anything else but it was extraordinarily useful to the professional classes when met with it should be encouraged by warmth of reception Mrs. Fisher was not warm she accepted from which he deduced that with her wealth went closeness but she accepted grudgingly presents were presents and one did not look them in this manner in the mouth he felt and if Lady Caroline found her pleasure in presenting his wife and Mrs. Fisher with their entire food for a week it was their part to accept gracefully one should not discourage gifts on behalf of his wife then Mr. Wilkins expressed what she would wish to express and remarking to Lady Caroline with a touch of lightness for so should gifts be accepted in order to avoid embarrassing the donor that she had in that case been his wife's hostess since her arrival he turned almost gaily to Mrs. Fisher and pointed out that she and his wife must now jointly write Lady Caroline the customary letter of thanks for hospitality a Collins said Mr. Wilkins who knew what was necessary in literature I prefer the name Collins for such a letter to either that of bored and lodging or bread and butter and call it a Collins Scrap smiled and held out her cigarette case Mrs. Fisher could not help being mollified a way out of waste was going to be found thanks to Mr. Wilkins and she hated waste quite as much as having to pay for it also a way was found out of housekeeping for a moment she had thought that if everybody tried to force her into housekeeping on her brief holiday by their own indifference Lady Caroline or inability to speak Italian the other two she would have to send for Kate Lumley after all Kate could do it Kate and she had learned Italian together Kate would only be allowed to come on condition that she did do it but this was much better this way of Mr. Wilkins really a most superior man there was nothing like an intelligent not too young man for profitable and pleasurable companionship and when she got up the business for which she had come being settled and said she now intended to take a little stroll before lunch Mr. Wilkins did not stay with Lady Caroline as most of the men she had known would she was afraid have wanted to he asked to be permitted to go and stroll with her so that he evidently definitely preferred conversation to faces a sensible companionable man a clever well-read man a man of the world a man she was very glad indeed she had not written to Kate the other day what did she want with Kate she had found a better companion but Mr. Wilkins did not go with Mrs. Fisher because of her conversation but because when she got up and he got up because she got up intending merely to bow her out of the recess Lady Caroline had put her feet up on the parapet again and arranging her head sideways in the cushions had shut her eyes the daughter of the droid witches desired to go to sleep it was not for him by remaining to prevent her End of Chapter 15


The Lumberjack football season marches on after dispelling Cambridge, Isanti in a snow globe that was Husky Stadium on Saturday, to advance to US Bank Stadium. There was not a whole lot of passing in the wintery conditions, but the Jacks got it done on the ground. Up six to nothing in the first. James Williams takes the end around. Doesn't exactly cut on a dime, more like an eight-step shuffle, but he gets in for the 18-yard touchdown. In the second up, 19-7, Caleb Grant plunges up the middle for the score. He had 161 yards on 25 carries. He got the yards and James Williams got the touchdowns. This is his fifth touchdown of the day, leaps past the defender to get in for the score. Four on the ground and one through the air for Williams, as Bemidji wins 51 to 15. A career day he attributed to his offensive line. It was great, man. Five touchdowns, team did a really good job. We ever got to focus on STMA and go to focus. We had physical Cambridge, which I thought would be a tough task to match the physicality. We won the line of scrimmage, and we got a lot of skilled players, both in secondary defense and our linebackers in our offense. So when we can match physicality, we got a lot of kids that we can spread the ball around and make plays. Bemidji will take on St. Thomas on Saturday, one of two undefeated teams left in the class, and number two in the final state poll. If you enjoyed this segment of Lakeland News, please consider making a tax-deductible contribution to Lakeland PBS.


Unboxing time! Welcome to the channel of Fashion Meets Fragrance. My name is Kevin Sammys and in today's video guys, we do a different kind of unboxing. We get into my frames between my opticals and my eyeglasses. You're gonna dig this. You've been asking for it. You got it. If you like this kind of video, cool. Go ahead and subscribe. Drop a like down below. What is going on guys? Yes, I've heard the messages, I've heard the calls and each and every video seems to have made here recently. Guys are saying, what kind of frames are those? What kind of glasses are those? What kind of frames are those? So instead of trying to answer each question and comment, which will be forever, so instead I decided to make a video about it. In today's video, we have none other than the top of the line, Dita Mach 6. Wow, you're gonna love this. Shout out to the CIA. Guys, if you want to become part of the movement, do me a favor, join us on Patreon for exclusive video and live stream content that will only be visible there. Details down in the description. Dita. Here we go. The unboxing of the Dita Mach 6. This is a work of art. So first we got the Dita Boxing. Guys, these are some heavily counterfeited things. So you want to make sure that it comes with the appropriate label. You can check the SKU number on there. When you start getting at this level, gentlemen, they put effort into it. I like this because it has this box actually has this triple flap kind of thing going. So let's go ahead and set that down. That comes up right there. You have a flap here. And there you have the Dita name plaque. Then on the backside, category of one, you know, this is the stuff that you want to make sure your glasses come with. And here, more authenticity. I will say if you know anything about Dita, they are painstakingly made. Guys, you want to read through all this, you can. But this is your warranty. Then you go in for piece de resistance, the actual eyeglasses and get Dita emboss right there.  Look at those right there. So let's do the inspection. Of course, you have the Dita Mach 6 up there. Look at the glasses themselves. Look at the craftsmanship on these turning to the top. These are actually the rose gold. Let's go ahead and rotate to the bottom and you will see the the important stuff. Mach 6 titanium, that ever important skew number, the model number, that every important model number. Then you want to also look on the inside, the Dita, it'll have the Dita brand there and the size. So we have Dita there and then have the size on the temple. Then on the other side, of course, then of course made in Japan, of course then on the nose pads, you will see the typical Dita logos. Let's try them on. These are incredible. I love the rose gold with the gray lens because it adds some depth and variety to my current lineup. Most people have brown black or green lenses. I love these gray lenses because they can be worn outside or indoors. These can actually be worn indoors even in kind of low light and outside give you ample amount of protection. I mean, no matter how you slice it, guys, these look incredible. I love rocking and wearing these one with white, brown, and a particular gray. So many other options to have when you're wearing much darker colors. Again, rose gold, gray lenses, great color combination, last the test of time. Also, they passed the ever important white t-shirt test. White t-shirt jeans and some cool shoes and run out of the door. Dita Mach 6. Thank you very much. All right, guys, that's going to do it. That's it for the unboxing of the Dita Mach 6. You guys have asked me to talk about my frames more, so I will do that. Let you know what I got, how I picked them out, how I rock and how I wear. If you like this kind of video, go ahead and give me a big thumbs up and share that to anybody that you think you use the info. Thank you so much for watching and subscribing until the next time. Talk to you later. By the way, you want to stay connected? Follow me on social media. Links will be down in the description. Peace, two fingers, I'm out, you're big bro. Oof. Hey guys, whether look, style, or life, whether personal or professional, you can level up and be your personal best each and every day. If you're interested in any of that, do us both a favor, follow the link in the description and book your one-on-one session with me. Details down in the description. Peace.


Door hardware nerds is probably sponsoring a nacho bar at NGA the last day, the main event, which I think is brilliant marketing by the way, Andrew, I don't know if you came up with that but like having the main event on the last day keeps everyone there you know usually last days of these trade shows are a little ghost townie because everyone's like flying out or they're Oh yeah, and so maybe maybe tumbleweeds would be on theme for the western gimmick. Yeah, that was totally the concept we started for the very first time last year which I think was your first class bill Benji. So we did the tailgate party a big barbecue outside and that's really just, you know we've all been working our butts off for probably months leading up to the show for exhibitors and attendees. And as he at the show between doing business on the floor, the education, the presentations, plus the receptions. And so just give people a reason to kind of just let their hair down and also stick around for day three. And as you mentioned, yeah day three historically for any trade show I've ever been to in my 20 year tenure of doing anything in construction, it's always ghost town and so trying to give people a reason to stick around and also just kind of as a thank you to the attendees and the exhibitors and so big thank you to DHN for sponsor and I think it's certainly going to add to the fun. We can ride bowls, drink beer and also eat nachos now. Let's talk glass build all together. So October 31 through November 2 in Atlanta. Where can you get tickets last build.com you can go there register. We have promo codes you can reach out to DHN you can reach out to me will hook you up with a promo code for free admission to the show.  But yeah, stay for the rodeo. It's going to be fun. The tailgate was a blast last year really good way to just end the show on a high note that's a little bit more relaxed.  I have to say it was a fantastic networking event as well I met probably 15 people that I didn't meet throughout the entire trip like in that last little event so it was it was it was a fantastic networking opportunity for me personally. Hi, I know it was it was awesome save for it got pretty toasty there. Yeah, we're in a business code but this year the rodeo is inside so AC baby to the rodeo itself. It just takes place it overlaps the last hour of the show as people are already kind of winding down and heading out and just, you can't leave the convention center floor without seeing the rodeo and so it's a nice little pit stop on your way out whether you're going back to the hotel for the next night out or if you got to get to the Super convenient there's a there's going to be music there's going to be nacho bar Margarita stands mechanical bull riding want to clarify for Benji sick calf roping there'll be some cornhole. There's a punching machine which will be fun so all the kind of fun stuff that we liked as kids or that we like as adult kids that don't get to do in a business setting so there'll be music games and it's just really designed to just be a fun time. You can buy tickets when you register for the show it's 10 bucks. We don't keep that money that goes directly to the nonprofit NGA foundation that that feeds our education resources for blazers fabricators for the industry so it's a token it's a nice gesture there's it's all good feels and so you're running out of reasons not to show up if you're going to be in Atlanta. And that's just the end of it the show itself is stacked like I mean glass build is the main reason to go. This is the biggest footprint we've ever had. We have over. I think we're we just cracked 480 exhibitors and attendance is flowing like as much as we're talking about Dallas in 2024. In shoots can be three weeks and some change in Atlanta it's going to be pretty pretty wild. Lots of exhibitors more than ever and the attendance is looking solid too. So for anyone that has a business need or just wants to interact get new prospects or see what your competitors are doing there there's that's really the place to be I mean that's there's not really a stronger three days you could find in the calendar. And I say that as I mean obviously on the show organizer so I'm biased, but I was a former exhibitor, a former member, and I've gone as just a free agent just on my own. So I've seen it from pretty much every angle, and it's, I do it every year, no matter what. And for those in like the security industry side of our side of business like this is like the IC West of the glass and glazing industry it is huge like it's last year, my mind was blown because of how large, and how long the exhibit hall was. Like I feel like I didn't I was walking for days and still didn't get to the end. And so many cool products and features and people it was the, the, my biggest takeaway was just the open arms of the glass nerds that welcomed me into the fold as a honorary glass nerd, even though I knew nothing about glass. I offered you protection for the first year this year you're on your own buddy. So we made lots of contacts really, everyone's in a really good mindset there it's very collaborative and just everyone's happy to be there. Yeah, it can be sprawling and maybe intimidating for for a first time or it's just massive. So I mean if you can only make it a day walk fast, but you could really, really spend all two and a half days and still not see everything so plan accordingly. And you guys, you have the exhibitor map already up on the website. So, planning it now you can you can bookmark your exhibitors you want to see, but just start making a track I mean me I always like to and if I'm going to show that's not mine, I mean I'll be all over scattershot, but it's a I think the more pre planning you can do but I always just go serpentine up and down every aisle. But there's plenty to see it just depends on your business needs, but you can sort exhibitors by product type and so if you have a X amount or a finite amount of time you can really prioritize your stops and plan ahead. Benji you're going to be there right. I'll be there and squared on the street is that me and might show up. You know I'm an international man of mystery. I've got to keep it under wraps. I think, I think comment below if you want me to go. Yeah, if I do get there it'll be my first show. Since we started DHN. So I've actually never done a public appearance for DHN. So we'll see we'll see I hope I get to make it. It isn't my calendar. And so, can you tell us anything about what as Abloy's hoping to accomplish at the show. I know we've got a larger booth this year. We are exhibiting a couple of new products, especially with locking hardware for, you know, the glazing industry in general so a lot of aluminum storefront options, and then frameless glass hardware has always been a kick for us Abloy. And just because you know it's a it's a growing trend, I don't know if it's a trend because architects just keep on specifying more and more frameless glass, and from the security side of things that makes me cringe a little bit because glass can be very difficult to secure. And so we've got a couple of of insightful products that and solutions that help resolve those frameless glass doors so you'll have to grab. A great showing and a good smattering of products for for this specific niche for the heavy glass side. You know the herp doors or what have you, whether it's panics or center locks, so you guys have a lot of, a lot of solutions. Yeah, so you have to drop by the Osabloy booth and say hello to me as well I'll be there. And yeah, come check out what's new and latest and greatest.


Hi everyone, Joe for jazby's casebreaks.com. Happy Monday. Coming at you with a filler break Where we're giving away four world baseball classic mixer spots. We just loaded that up today. Check it out We're giving away something really cool in that mixer too. Check out the details on jazby's casebreaks.com But first we're gonna do the break itself. We're gonna do the capstone one box break No vet commons ship. All teams are in. We're gonna And then after we do the break we'll re-randomize this group of names and then we'll see who wins those spots But first let's do the break. It's our first dice roll six and a one seven times their names and teams one two three four five six and seventh and final time six and a one seven times for the Baseball teams one two three four five Six and a one seventh and final time There's seven times right there. We got the blue jays down to the Tigers All right, no trade windows in filler breaks. Here's the first half of the list right here And there's the second half of the list right over there. There's the box right there So actually I haven't shot at some stuff here two autographs and two memorabilia cards per box on average Could be some surprises right here is the final printout Hot off the presses Thanks for spending a bit of your Monday night with me ladies and gentlemen Let's see what we got We got Israel Puerto Rico on in the back of the world baseball classic action, but seems like Puerto Rico is Kind of cruising here. They're up six one six nothing maybe Second or third inning and we've got Canada USA a little bit later tonight in a couple hours 513 right now in the West Coast, so it's a Seven o'clock start for us other scores from today Dominican Republic beating Nicaragua six one Great Britain with the upset seven five over Columbia, Korea Mercy ruled in the fifth inning They beat China 22 to two it's like when uh I don't know it's like when a European soccer powerhouse Like Germany or England or something like that or Spain Play like a tiny like play like Luxembourg or something like that Lichtenstein and they put like Ten goals past him Mercy rules and soccer All right, we're gonna lead off with a Julio Rodriguez rookie cart. It's a cool photo. I mean he's looking pretty sharp there That will be for Seattle. That's gonna go to Danny then our first hit Two-color dual relic new age materials Byron Buxton It's gonna go to Tristan and the twins It'll be a big season for Hunter Green See what's on the other side here. We have Johanna Dome Autograph 35 out of 49 for Washington. That'll be for Jake and the Nats and then we've got peak jersey and autographed Kyle Manzardo Jersey and autograph for the Rays Jake with Tampa Bay Those are three hits. We should be looking for one more relic and is that gonna be Shohei Otani? Yes, it is Two-color dual relic new age materials Shohei Otani for Tristan and the Angels And the last little bit here There's Vilo Hunter Green and there you go Not too shabby at all now. Let's see who's gonna win more importantly. Let's see who's gonna win the Win those world baseball classic mixer spots There's new dice new list. It's gonna be just the top four. So there's gonna be a lot of sad faces here But top four you'll get a mixer spot for a fraction of the price Let's roll it randomize it four times one and a three top four after four fingers crossed. Good luck one two Three and a one fourth and final time. So from five on down, it's gonna be sad times Danny Sad times for five six and seven Thanks for trying though appreciate it. We got to do some more fillers. So five through 30 if we want to give this another shot Give it another go We'll get him next time Top four you're happy because you are in the mixer Tristan is happy. So is Jake Danny got one in there Danny and Jake So there you go Top four after four. Thanks everybody. We'll see you uh for the next one next time. Jasper's case breaks dot com