American Day Dream

American Day Dream
Biblis painting
Boulevard des Capucines
Charity painting
'My love, how you tremble!' ¡¡¡¡'Because I KNOW you're going to scold me,' exclaimed Dora, in a piteous voice. ¡¡¡¡'My sweet, I am only going to reason.' ¡¡¡¡'Oh, but reasoning is worse than scolding!' exclaimed Dora, in despair. 'I didn't marry to be reasoned with. If you meant to reason with such a poor little thing as I am, you ought to have told me so, you cruel boy!' ¡¡¡¡I tried to pacify Dora, but she turned away her face, and shook her curls from side to side, and said, 'You cruel, cruel boy!' so many times, that I really did not exactly know what to do: so I took a few turns up and down the room in my uncertainty, and came back again. ¡¡¡¡'Dora, my darling!' ¡¡¡¡'No, I am not your darling. Because you must be sorry that you married me, or else you wouldn't reason
oil paintingwith me!' returned Dora. ¡¡¡¡I felt so injured by the inconsequential nature of this charge, that it gave me courage to be grave. ¡¡¡¡'Now, my own Dora,' said I, 'you are very childish, and are talking nonsense. You must remember, I am sure, that I was obliged to go out yesterday when dinner was half over; and that, the day before, I was made quite unwell by being obliged to eat underdone veal in a hurry; today, I don't dine at all - and I am afraid to say how long we waited for breakfast - and then the water didn't boil. I don't mean to reproach you, my dear, but this is not comfortable.' ¡¡¡¡'Oh, you cruel, cruel boy, to say I am a disagreeable wife!' cried Dora. ¡¡¡¡'Now, my dear Dora, you must know that I never said that!'

American Day Dream

American Day Dream
Biblis painting
Boulevard des Capucines
Charity painting
'Indeed he does, and you know how truly; I know how ardent you are in any pursuit you follow, and how easily you can master it. And that amazes me most in you, Steerforth- that you should be contented with such fitful uses of your powers.' ¡¡¡¡'Contented?' he answered, merrily. 'I am never contented, except with your freshness, my gentle Daisy. As to fitfulness, I have never learnt the art of binding myself to any of the wheels on which the Ixions of these days are turning round and round. I missed it somehow in a bad apprenticeship, and now don't care about it. - You know I have bought a boat down here?' ¡¡¡¡'What an extraordinary fellow you are, Steerforth!' I exclaimed, stopping - for this was the first I had heard of it. 'When you may never care to come nea
oil paintingr the place again!' ¡¡¡¡'I don't know that,' he returned. 'I have taken a fancy to the place. At all events,' walking me briskly on, 'I have bought a boat that was for sale - a clipper, Mr. Peggotty says; and so she is - and Mr. Peggotty will be master of her in my absence.' ¡¡¡¡'Now I understand you, Steerforth!' said I, exultingly. 'You pretend to have bought it for yourself, but you have really done so to confer a benefit on him. I might have known as much at first, knowing you. My dear kind Steerforth, how can I tell you what I think of your generosity?' ¡¡¡¡'Tush!' he answered, turning red. 'The less said, the better.' ¡¡¡¡'Didn't I know?' cried I, 'didn't I say that there was not a joy, or sorrow, or any emotion of such honest hearts that was indifferent to you?' ¡¡¡¡'Aye, aye,' he answered, 'you told me all that. There let it rest. We have said enough!' ¡¡¡¡Afraid of offending him by pursuing the subject when he made so light of it, I only pursued it in my thoughts as we went on at even a quicker pace than before.

American Day Dream

American Day Dream
Biblis painting
Boulevard des Capucines
Charity painting
¡¡¡¡'Tut, it's nothing, Daisy! nothing!' he replied. 'I told you at the inn in London, I am heavy company for myself, sometimes. I have been a nightmare to myself, just now - must have had one, I think. At odd dull times, nursery tales come up into the memory, unrecognized for what they are. I believe I have been confounding myself with the bad boy who "didn't care", and became food for lions - a grander kind of going to the dogs, I suppose. What old women call the horrors, have been creeping over me from head to foot. I have been afraid of myself.' ¡¡¡¡'You are afraid of nothing else, I think,' said I. ¡¡¡¡'Perhaps not, and yet may have enough to be afraid of too,' he answered. 'Well! So it goes by! I am not about to be hipped again, David; but I tell you, my good fellow,
oil paintingonce more, that it would have been well for me (and for more than me) if I had had a steadfast and judicious father!' ¡¡¡¡His face was always full of expression, but I never saw it express such a dark kind of earnestness as when he said these words, with his glance bent on the fire. ¡¡¡¡'So much for that!' he said, making as if he tossed something light into the air, with his hand. "'Why, being gone, I am a man again," like Macbeth. And now for dinner! If I have not (Macbeth-like) broken up the feast with most admired disorder, Daisy.' ¡¡¡¡'But where are they all, I wonder!' said I. ¡¡¡¡'God knows,' said Steerforth. 'After strolling to the ferry looking for you, I strolled in here and found the place deserted. That set me thinking, and you found me thinking.'

American Day Dream

American Day Dream
Biblis painting
Boulevard des Capucines
Charity painting
¡¡¡¡"Oh, a trifle of sea-sickness--I've been staying in my berth. The Gulf of Bengal does not agree with me as well as the Indian Ocean. And how is Mr. Fogg?" ¡¡¡¡"As well and as punctual as ever, not a day behind time! But, Monsieur Fix, you don't know that we have a young lady with us." ¡¡¡¡"A young lady?" replied the detective, not seeming to comprehend what was said. ¡¡¡¡Passepartout thereupon recounted Aouda's history, the affair at the Bombay pagoda, the purchase of the elephant for two thousand pounds, the rescue, the arrest, and sentence of the Calcutta court, and the restoration of Mr. Fogg and himself to liberty on bail. Fix, who was familiar with the last events, seemed to be equally ignorant of all that Passepartout related; and the later was charmed to find so interested a listener.
oil painting¡¡¡¡"But does your master propose to carry this young woman to Europe?" ¡¡¡¡"Not at all. We are simply going to place her under the protection of one of her relatives, a rich merchant at Hong Kong." ¡¡¡¡"Nothing to be done there," said Fix to himself, concealing his disappointment. "A glass of gin, Mr. Passepartout?" ¡¡¡¡"Willingly, Monsieur Fix. We must at least have a friendly glass on board the Rangoon." ¡¡¡¡ ¡¡¡¡
¡¡¡¡Chapter XVII¡¡¡¡SHOWING WHAT HAPPENED ON THE VOYAGE FROM SINGAPORE TO HONG KONG ¡¡¡¡The detective and Passepartout met often on deck after this interview, though Fix was reserved, and did not attempt to induce his companion to divulge any more facts concerning Mr. Fogg. He caught a

American Day Dream

American Day Dream
A Greek Beauty
A Lily Pond
Absence Makes the Heart Grow Fonder "Well--I don't agree with your instinct, Dick!" said Gillingham gravely. "I am quite amazed, to tell the truth, that such a sedate, plodding fellow as you should have entertained such a craze for a moment. You said when I called that she was puzzling and peculiar: I think you are!" ¡¡¡¡ "Have you ever stood before a woman whom you know to be intrinsically a good woman, while she has pleaded for release--been the man she has knelt to and implored indulgence of?" ¡¡¡¡ "I am thankful to say I haven't." ¡¡¡¡ "Then I don't think you are in a position to give an opinion. I have been that man, and it makes all the difference in the world, if one has any manliness or chivalry in him. I had not the remotest idea-- living apart from women as I have done for so many years-- that merely taking a woman to church and putting a ring upon her finger could by any possibility involve one in such a daily, continuous tragedy as that now shared by her and me!" ¡¡¡¡ "Well, I could admit some excuse for letting her leave you, provided she kept to herself. But to go attended by a cavalier-- that makes a difference."