Figaro Fiction (Paperback)

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1892 Excerpt: ... He has forgotten what friendship is." Fred looked from one to the other an instant or two, then he called for Fenilworth's hat. They walked to the door together, Fenihvorth began to hold out his hand, but Tantallon's were clasped behind him. Then the door closed..-"THIS IS A WOMAN." ' QEE," says the young artist, rolling back the purple velvet from the pastelle upon the easel, " Is it not beautiful?" The girl with the violet-tinted eyi;s leans gracefully upon the La Tosca parasol she carries and smiles a curious smile as she looks upon his portraiture of her face. A shaft of dying sunlight gleams in at the window and illumines the hazel halo of her hair. "You know very well," says she, "That I cannot answer that. But it were indeed a pity if it did not please you, after the weary pains you have taken about its fashioning." "Oh," he says, thrusting the velvet back altogether, so that the picture seemed to look at him and be speaking with him, "do not say that Have these not been days of inexpressible delight to me--these when you have come here and flooded this poor place with a sweeter sunshine than else ever penetrates it? Could there be anything but a very frenzy of joy in my work while you sat there, a fairy from a brighter world than mine? And if it be only the faintest repliqua of the original, it cannot help but be worthy the name of picture. Do you think, then, that it is like you?" "Yes," she says slowly, " it is. But it is idealized. I shall forever be trying to look like it--and forever failing." In the sinking sunshine there seemed to come a frown that nestled for an instant upon her brow as she took a few steps in the room before she went on slowly, and a...