Читать книгу Joyce онлайн

1 страница из 126


Mrs. Oliphant

Joyce


Published by Good Press, 2021

goodpress@okpublishing.info

EAN 4066338072733

Table of Contents

ssss1

ssss1

ssss1

ssss1

ssss1

ssss1

ssss1

ssss1

ssss1

ssss1

ssss1

ssss1

ssss1

ssss1

ssss1

ssss1

ssss1

ssss1

ssss1

ssss1

ssss1

ssss1

ssss1

ssss1

ssss1

ssss1

ssss1

ssss1

ssss1

ssss1

ssss1

ssss1

ssss1

ssss1

ssss1

ssss1

ssss1

ssss1

ssss1

ssss1

ssss1

ssss1

ssss1

ssss1

ssss1

ssss1

ssss1

ssss1

CHAPTER I

ssss1

It was a coming of age, and yet not a coming of age. The hero in honour of whom all these festivities were, was a bearded man, who had been absent in all sorts of dangerous places since the moment when he was supposed formally to have ended the state of pupilage. That had been later than common, since the will of his uncle, whom he had succeeded, had stipulated that he was to come of age at twenty-five. He was nearer thirty when he came home, bearded as has been said, bronzed, with decorations upon his breast, and a character quite unlike that of the young hero to whom such honours are usually paid. His position altogether was a peculiar one. The estates of the family were not entailed, and Mr. Bellendean of Bellendean, the uncle, had passed over his own brother, who was still living, and left everything to his nephew; so that Norman was in the peculiar position of being received by his father and mother in a house which was not theirs but his, and of standing in the place of the head of the family, while the natural head of his own branch of the family was put aside. The character of the people made this as little embarrassing as it was possible for such a false position to be, but still it was not easy; and as the young man was full of delicate feeling and susceptibility, notwithstanding an acquaintance with the world unusual in his circumstances, he had looked forward to it with some apprehension. Perhaps it would be wiser to say that he thought he was acquainted with the world. He had been ‘knocking about’ for the last ten years, seeing all the service that was to be seen, and making acquaintance with various quarters of the globe. He thought he knew men and life. In reality he knew a little of Scotland, a great deal of India, and had a trifling acquaintance with some of the colonies; but of London, Paris, all the capitals that count for anything, and all the life that counts for anything, he was as ignorant as a child.

Правообладателям