My Lady Nobody / A Novel by Maarten Maartens :

Fiction, Novel, ROMANCE, URSULA, Lady, VAN HELMONTS, DEAD-AWAKE www.thaiperfect.com/ebooks CHAPTER I. URSULA It was a white-hot July morning. Long ago the impatient earth had cast aside her thin veil of summer twilight; already she lay, a Danae, in exultant swoon beneath the golden sun. Yet the bridegroom had barely leaped forth to the conquest; his rath kisses were still drinking the pearly freshness from the dawn, while the loud birds filled the resonant heavens with the tumult of their bridal song. It was still so early, and already so immovably warm; all wide earth and deep sky agasp in the naked blaze. Ursula drew forward her broad-brimmed straw hat, where she stood picking pease among the tall lines of pale-green, blossom-speckled tangle. “Oof!” she said. Not as your burly farmer says it, but with the prettiest little high-pitched echo of the louder note. And she buried her soft brown cheeks in the cool moisture of her half-filled basket. Then she gravely resumed her work, and a great, big, booming bumblebee, which had thought to play hide and seek with Ursula’s nose, sailed away in disgust that on such a sun-soaked morning any of God’s creatures should bend to toil in his sight. Ursula Rovers was not one of those who serve their Maker with dancing and a shout. Yet she sang to herself, very sedately, as she broke off each bursting pod, amid the fiercer jubilation of the passion-drunk blackbirds and finches, “Stand then with girded loins, and see your lamps be burning; What though the sun lie fair upon your paths to-day, Who reads the evening sky? Who knows if winds be turning? The night comes surely. Watch and pray!” The prim vegetable garden, with its ranks of gay salads and pompous cabbages, lay serenely roasting, as vegetable gardens delight to do, in unabated verdure. About Ursula’s corner the lattice-work of creepers put forth some faint attempt at a stunted shadow. Dominé Rovers came down the walk, his coat-flaps brushing the currant-bushes. “Who reads the evening sky? Who knows if winds be turning?” “Ursula!” “Yes, Captain.” “Come in and shell your pease, while I recite you my sermon.” “But I must pick them first, father!” “True. What I love best in you, Ursula, is that you are as logical as if you were not a woman.” CONTENTS URSULA THE DOMINÉ HOME THE VAN HELMONTS LE PREMIER PAS—QUI COÛTE UNCONSCIOUS RIVALS HARRIET’S ROMANCE THE TRYST OTTO’S WOOING AN INDELIBLE STAIN ONE HOUR OF HAPPINESS “AN OLD MAID’S LOVE” FOR LIFE OR DEATH A SATISFACTORY SETTLEMENT DONNA É MOBILE A FOOL AND HIS FOLLY BROTHERLY HATE THE DUTY OF THE PARENT FORFEITS ALL ROUND MYNHEER MOPIUS’S PARTY BARON VAN HELMONT GERARD’S SHARE TOPSY REXELAER MASKS AND FACES CORONETS AND CROSSES FREULE LOUISA PEACE AND GOOD-WILL THE SECOND MRS. MOPIUS THE BLOT ON THE SNOW CHRISTMAS EVE “WHOSOEVER SHALL SMITE THEE—” THE GREAT PEACE INTRIGUE THE NEW LIFE “MRS. GERARD” THE DEAD-AWAKE POLITICS THE OLD BLOT THE COUNSELLOR THE NEW BAILIFF THUNDER IN THE TROPICS THE FINGER OF SCORN ARRESTED AFRAID THE HOME-COMING OF THE HERO THE FATAL KNIFE TRIUMPHANT A WIFE FOR GERARD FACE TO FACE WITH HERSELF