SORROW THAT'S DEEPER THAN WE DREAM, PERCHANCE. This was the last time Mrs. Vansittart Crowther appeared in a friendly manner at the Angler's Nest, for after two or three further invitations鈥攖o a picnic鈥攖o tea鈥攖o lunch鈥攈ad been declined, in most gracious little notes from Isola, that good lady perceived that there was some kind of barrier to friendly intercourse between her and Colonel Disney's wife, and she told herself with some touch of honest middle-class dignity that if Martin Disney was proud she could be proud too, and that she would make no further offer of friendship which was undesired. Fell asleep鈥攐ut-of-doors鈥攁nd at sunset! What dreadful imprudence. Sometime before this I had become one of the Committee appointed for the distribution of the moneys of the Royal Literary Fund, and in that capacity I heard and saw much of the sufferings of authors. I may in a future chapter speak further of this Institution, which I regard with great affection, and in reference to which I should be glad to record certain convictions of my own; but I allude to it now, because the experience I have acquired in being active in its cause forbids me to advise any young man or woman to enter boldly on a literary career in search of bread. I know how utterly I should have failed myself had my bread not been earned elsewhere while I was making my efforts. During ten years of work, which I commenced with some aid from the fact that others of my family were in the same profession, I did not earn enough to buy me the pens, ink, and paper which I was using; and then when, with all my experience in my art, I began again as from a new springing point, I should have failed again unless again I could have given years to the task. Of course there have been many who have done better than I 鈥?many whose powers have been infinitely greater. But then, too, I have seen the failure of many who were greater. Father Rodwell read aloud to her, continuing a history of St. Cecilia, in which she had been warmly interested; but to-night he could see that her thoughts were not with the book. He read on all the same, hoping that the sound of his voice might lull her to sleep. The wind had gone down as the night advanced, and the stars were shining in the strip of sky above the Pincian Gardens. Colonel Disney was pacing up and down the loggia, smoking his pipe in the cool darkness鈥攆ull of saddest apprehensions. 鈥業 shall just look in,鈥?he said. 鈥榃ill you come to the opening and to the lunch afterwards with your brother? There is a table for some dozen of my staff.鈥? 无码av高清毛片在线看_日本一级特黄大片_日本毛片免费视频观看_免费v片在线观看网站 This was how the end came鈥攕uddenly, painlessly. She died like an infant falling asleep. 鈥業 am afraid I am, sir,鈥?she said. 鈥楤ut you kindly invited me to go to the luncheon and the opening of the new wing. I have been working ever since.鈥? [Pg 13] The appearance of this large contingent after the first lesson created considerable surprise, and much turning of heads and rustling of bonnet-strings in the echoing old stone church. Mr. Crowther stood in his pew of state on one side of the chancel, and felt that the war had begun. Everybody was against him in the matter, he knew; but he wanted to demonstrate the rich man's right to do what he liked with the things which he had bought. The wood was his, and he did not mean to let the whole parish tramp across it.