The Enchanted April by Elisabeth Von Arnim

Author:Elisabeth Von Arnim
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Alma Books
Published: 2018-05-03T12:57:05+00:00

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The uneventful days – only outwardly uneventful – slipped by in floods of sunshine, and the servants, watching the four ladies, came to the conclusion there was very little life in them.

To the servants San Salvatore seemed asleep. No one came to tea, nor did the ladies go anywhere to tea. Other tenants in other springs had been far more active. There had been stir and enterprise, the boat had been used, excursions had been made, Beppo’s fly was ordered, people from Mezzago came over and spent the day, the house rang with voices – even sometimes champagne had been drunk. Life was varied, life was interesting. But this? What was this? The servants were not even scolded. They were left completely to themselves. They yawned.

Perplexing, too, was the entire absence of gentlemen. How could gentlemen keep away from so much beauty? For, added up, and even after the subtraction of the old one, the three younger ladies produced a formidable total of that which gentlemen usually sought.

Also the evident desire of each lady to spend long hours separated from the other ladies puzzled the servants. The result was a deathly stillness in the house, except at mealtimes. It might have been as empty as it had been all the winter, for any sounds of life there were. The old lady sat in her room, alone, the dark-eyed lady wandered off alone, loitering – so Domenico told them, who sometimes came across her in the course of his duties – incomprehensibly among the rocks, the very beautiful fair lady lay in her low chair in the top garden alone, the less, but still beautiful, fair lady went up the hills and stayed up them for hours, alone – and every day the sun blazed slowly round the house, and disappeared at evening into the sea, and nothing at all had happened.

The servants yawned.

Yet the four visitors, while their bodies sat – that was Mrs Fisher’s – or lay – that was Lady Caroline’s – or loitered – that was Mrs Arbuthnot’s – or went in solitude up into the hills – that was Mrs Wilkins’s – were anything but torpid really. Their minds were unusually busy. Even at night their minds were busy, and the dreams they had were clear, thin, quick things, entirely different from the heavy dreams of home. There was that in the atmosphere of San Salvatore which produced active-mindedness in all except the natives. They, as before – whatever the beauty around them, whatever the prodigal seasons did – remained immune from thoughts other than those they were accustomed to. All their lives they had seen, year by year, the amazing recurrent spectacle of April in the gardens, and custom had made it invisible to them. They were as blind to it, as unconscious of it, as Domenico’s dog asleep in the sun.

The visitors could not be blind to it – it was too arresting after London in a particularly wet and gloomy March. Suddenly to

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