Don John, a Story (Paperback)

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1882 edition. Excerpt: ...It consoles me to see you looking well again. The new expression came into Don John s face then; and after that again, when sitting by his father he found that he could calm and satisfy him, and that his mere presence was doing good. He went up to London the next day about such of his father s affairs as he could attend to, and walked home from the station through the long field. Several people out of the houses waylaid him to ask after his father; perhaps that was the reason why he did not notice, till he almost reached the shrubbery gate, that Charlotte was standing there waiting for him. Charlotte. He perfectly knew Charlotte s face, and yet it was true that he had never looked at her with any particular attention before. It was a light green gate that she was leaning on, just of the proper height to support her elbows. She was dressed in white, and had no colour about her dress at all; on her head was rather a wide white hat, limp, and only suited for a garden. Her whole dress, in short, was dazzlingly white and clean. Her small face seen under the hat was in shade; a pure pale carnation suffused her cheeks, and the lips were of the hue of dark damask roses. The same Charlotte and yet the beautiful Irish eyes seemed almost new to him. Don John stopped. I thought I would come to meet you, said Charlotte, not moving from her place on the other side of the gate. My uncle is so much better; he is up, and sitting in the play-room. This was certainly Charlotte, and yet he looked at her with wonder. Well? she asked with a little smile, and added, I knew you were uneasy, you always look so grave; so I thought I would come and tell you that Dr. Fielding...