somewhere, and Mrs. Lennox had taken a large party. Just before dinn

noise and the bustle trying, but in a smaller room w

e room to ourselves. I aske

nd sketches, but he could not get on unle

son as she was when she went to sleep. The enchantment has numbed her. She will have none of the Fairy Prince; she doesn't recognize him as a Fairy Prince, and she lets him go away. As soon as he is gone she regrets what she has done and begins to hope he will come

it was going to

story with perhaps a m

sses. She leads a numbed existence. She travels, and somewhere abroad she meets the love of her youth again. He has forgotten her and loves someone else. Someone else wants to marry her. They are engaged to be married.

always loves the Fair

reality she never loves anyone. She is only half-awake in life.

orrespond to the enc

romantic surroundi

ad not meant her to b

ing to behave like an ordinary person, but she can't. She has no dreams. She would like to marry, to have a home, to be comfortable and free, but something prevents it. When

ome back, does she

erson who is in love with her wants to marry her, she thinks she is in love with him; she thinks he is the Fairy Prince; but as soon as they are engaged, he feels that his love has gone. It

is unhappy wh

broken-hearted because she never loved him. She realizes that

sterious lining in the

would try and give the reader the impression that she had come into touch with the fa

ss to have advent

mistake. She was not native to it,

some explanation of how and why she

there was a haunted wood near her home, and she was forbidden to go into it. Perhaps the legend of the place said that anyone of her family who visited that wood before they were fifteen years

fitted on to Miss Brandon's character

rly married someone, but that it had been an impossible marriage for many reasons, and that she did not think he

the least surprised if she married a fox-hunting squire with ten thousand a year. All that does not matter to me. I am not writing her story, but the story of her face. What might have been her story. And not the story of what her face looks like, but t

me of those l

ngst gestorbe

lber

to publish it in any case. People would say I was making a portrait. As if an artist ever made a portrait from one definite real person. People give him ideas. But on the other hand it is my holida

o the hero

and whom she consents to marry

lian?"

a Norwegian. A Norwegian or a Dane. That would be just the kind of pers

original Fairy Pr

-like fidelity and unalterable constancy, and in reality he would forget all about her directly he met someone else he loved. He would have been quite faithful till then. Faithful for two or

imagine that this would all melt and vanish away at the first kiss. That she would come to life li

. He would not know what to do. He would be a sailor perhap

. He said, Yes, he had. He was quite a pleasant fellow, no brains and very commonpla

e was taken in by Chesterton. All that was ve

ess Kouragin

resting type. The French charac

microbe. Her French common sense and her Latin logic had been stricken by that

hought Kranitski ha

d simply reveal itself in his habits; his incessant cigarette-smoking; his good head for cards-he was an admirable card-player-his facility for playing the piano, and perhaps singin

elieved his mot

hern strain in him. Although I knew for a fact that Rudd was wrong, I could not con

ade Mrs. Lennox

hat he had met hi

he thought Miss

o say. He did not think, he was, in fact, quite certain that there was not a soul at Harévil

to the park and lis