DOI Artikel:
Three stories
DOI Seite / Zitierlink:https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.21215#0169
By V., O., CS. 165
Janet went to bed, feeling that the world was possible once
more. Her mind was relieved of a great weight, she was wonder-
fully light-hearted, now that she rested weakly upon another's
generosity, and was released from her egotistical hopelessness. She
no longer had a great trouble which engrossed her thoughts, her
mind was free to travel over the comforting circumstances of that
evening : the intimate room, Lady Beamish's face with the tears
gathering in her eyes, the confession she had made of her own
loneliness, her offer of help which had made the world human
again, her story and Henry's interruption, and the funny little
argument between the mother and the son whom she adored ; and
after that, Lady Beamish had still stayed talking, and had dropped
into telling of love as willingly as any school-girl, only everything
came with such sweet force from the woman with all that
experience of life. Every point in the evening with Lady
Beamish had gone to give her a deep-felt happiness ; hopes sprang
up in her mind, and she soon feil asleep filled with wonder and
pity, thinking of the lovely Jewess whom Lady Beamish had
known and admired so long ago, when Janet herseif was only
five or six years old.
The older woman lay awake many hours thinking over her own
life, and the sorrows of this poor girl.
^ 'fa
Janet did not take Lady Beamish's offer, but went to Bristol,
upheld by the idea that her friend respected her all the more for
keeping to her plans. The first night at Bristol, in the room
which was to be hers, she took out the old letter of invitation for
that evening, and before she went to bed she kissed the signature
" Clara Beamish "—the Christian name seemed to bring them
close together.
When
Janet went to bed, feeling that the world was possible once
more. Her mind was relieved of a great weight, she was wonder-
fully light-hearted, now that she rested weakly upon another's
generosity, and was released from her egotistical hopelessness. She
no longer had a great trouble which engrossed her thoughts, her
mind was free to travel over the comforting circumstances of that
evening : the intimate room, Lady Beamish's face with the tears
gathering in her eyes, the confession she had made of her own
loneliness, her offer of help which had made the world human
again, her story and Henry's interruption, and the funny little
argument between the mother and the son whom she adored ; and
after that, Lady Beamish had still stayed talking, and had dropped
into telling of love as willingly as any school-girl, only everything
came with such sweet force from the woman with all that
experience of life. Every point in the evening with Lady
Beamish had gone to give her a deep-felt happiness ; hopes sprang
up in her mind, and she soon feil asleep filled with wonder and
pity, thinking of the lovely Jewess whom Lady Beamish had
known and admired so long ago, when Janet herseif was only
five or six years old.
The older woman lay awake many hours thinking over her own
life, and the sorrows of this poor girl.
^ 'fa
Janet did not take Lady Beamish's offer, but went to Bristol,
upheld by the idea that her friend respected her all the more for
keeping to her plans. The first night at Bristol, in the room
which was to be hers, she took out the old letter of invitation for
that evening, and before she went to bed she kissed the signature
" Clara Beamish "—the Christian name seemed to bring them
close together.
When