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3d Rendering In Computer Graphics Patria Dobbins
3d Rendering In Computer Graphics Patria Dobbins
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Table of Contents
Introduction
Chapter 1- Anisotropic Filtering & Ambient Occlusion
Chapter 2 - Binary Space Partitioning
Chapter 3 - Bump Mapping
Chapter 4 - Global Illumination & Catmull–Clark Subdivision Surface
Chapter 5 - Level of Detail
Chapter 6 - Non-Uniform Rational B-Spline
Chapter 7 - Normal Mapping & Mipmap
Chapter 8 - Particle System & Painter's Algorithm
Chapter 9 - Phong Shading
Chapter 10 - Path Tracing
Chapter 11 - Photon Mapping
Chapter 12 -3D Projection
Chapter 13 - Radiosity (3D Computer Graphics)
Chapter 14 - Reflection Mapping & Reflection (Computer Graphics)
Chapter 15 - Rendering (Computer Graphics)
Introduction
3D computer graphics
3D rendering is the 3D computer graphics process of automatically converting 3D wire
frame models into 2D images with 3D photorealistic effects on a computer.
Rendering methods
Rendering is the final process of creating the actual 2D image or animation from the
prepared scene. This can be compared to taking a photo or filming the scene after the
setup is finished in real life. Several different, and often specialized, rendering methods
have been developed. These range from the distinctly non-realistic wireframe rendering
through polygon-based rendering, to more advanced techniques such as: scanline
rendering, ray tracing, or radiosity. Rendering may take from fractions of a second to
days for a single image/frame. In general, different methods are better suited for either
photo-realistic rendering, or real-time rendering.
Real-time
An example of a ray-traced image that typically takes seconds or minutes to render.
Rendering for interactive media, such as games and simulations, is calculated and
displayed in real time, at rates of approximately 20 to 120 frames per second. In real-time
rendering, the goal is to show as much information as possible as the eye can process in a
30th of a second (or one frame, in the case of 30 frame-per-second animation). The goal
here is primarily speed and not photo-realism. In fact, exploitations can be applied in the
way the eye 'perceives' the world, and as a result the final image presented is not
necessarily that of the real-world, but one close enough for the human eye to tolerate.
Rendering software may simulate such visual effects as lens flares, depth of field or
motion blur. These are attempts to simulate visual phenomena resulting from the optical
characteristics of cameras and of the human eye. These effects can lend an element of
realism to a scene, even if the effect is merely a simulated artifact of a camera. This is the
basic method employed in games, interactive worlds and VRML. The rapid increase in
computer processing power has allowed a progressively higher degree of realism even for
real-time rendering, including techniques such as HDR rendering. Real-time rendering is
often polygonal and aided by the computer's GPU.
Non real-time
Computer-generated image created by Gilles Tran.
Animations for non-interactive media, such as feature films and video, are rendered much
more slowly. Non-real time rendering enables the leveraging of limited processing power
in order to obtain higher image quality. Rendering times for individual frames may vary
from a few seconds to several days for complex scenes. Rendered frames are stored on a
hard disk then can be transferred to other media such as motion picture film or optical
disk. These frames are then displayed sequentially at high frame rates, typically 24, 25, or
30 frames per second, to achieve the illusion of movement.
When the goal is photo-realism, techniques such as ray tracing or radiosity are employed.
This is the basic method employed in digital media and artistic works. Techniques have
been developed for the purpose of simulating other naturally-occurring effects, such as
the interaction of light with various forms of matter. Examples of such techniques include
particle systems (which can simulate rain, smoke, or fire), volumetric sampling (to
simulate fog, dust and other spatial atmospheric effects), caustics (to simulate light
focusing by uneven light-refracting surfaces, such as the light ripples seen on the bottom
of a swimming pool), and subsurface scattering (to simulate light reflecting inside the
volumes of solid objects such as human skin).
The rendering process is computationally expensive, given the complex variety of
physical processes being simulated. Computer processing power has increased rapidly
over the years, allowing for a progressively higher degree of realistic rendering. Film
studios that produce computer-generated animations typically make use of a render farm
to generate images in a timely manner. However, falling hardware costs mean that it is
entirely possible to create small amounts of 3D animation on a home computer system.
The output of the renderer is often used as only one small part of a completed motion-
picture scene. Many layers of material may be rendered separately and integrated into the
final shot using compositing software.
Reflection and shading models
Models of reflection/scattering and shading are used to describe the appearance of a
surface. Although these issues may seem like problems all on their own, they are studied
almost exclusively within the context of rendering. Modern 3D computer graphics rely
heavily on a simplified reflection model called Phong reflection model (not to be
confused with Phong shading). In refraction of light, an important concept is the
refractive index. In most 3D programming implementations, the term for this value is
"index of refraction," usually abbreviated "IOR." Shading can be broken down into two
orthogonal issues, which are often studied independently:
 Reflection/Scattering - How light interacts with the surface at a given point
 Shading - How material properties vary across the surface
Reflection
The Utah teapot
Reflection or scattering is the relationship between incoming and outgoing illumination at
a given point. Descriptions of scattering are usually given in terms of a bidirectional
scattering distribution function or BSDF. Popular reflection rendering techniques in 3D
computer graphics include:
 Flat shading: A technique that shades each polygon of an object based on the
polygon's "normal" and the position and intensity of a light source.
 Gouraud shading: Invented by H. Gouraud in 1971, a fast and resource-conscious
vertex shading technique used to simulate smoothly shaded surfaces.
 Texture mapping: A technique for simulating a large amount of surface detail by
mapping images (textures) onto polygons.
 Phong shading: Invented by Bui Tuong Phong, used to simulate specular
highlights and smooth shaded surfaces.
 Bump mapping: Invented by Jim Blinn, a normal-perturbation technique used to
simulate wrinkled surfaces.
 Cel shading: A technique used to imitate the look of hand-drawn animation.
Shading
Shading addresses how different types of scattering are distributed across the surface
(i.e., which scattering function applies where). Descriptions of this kind are typically
expressed with a program called a shader. (Note that there is some confusion since the
word "shader" is sometimes used for programs that describe local geometric variation.) A
simple example of shading is texture mapping, which uses an image to specify the diffuse
color at each point on a surface, giving it more apparent detail.
Transport
Transport describes how illumination in a scene gets from one place to another. Visibility
is a major component of light transport.
Projection
Perspective Projection
The shaded three-dimensional objects must be flattened so that the display device -
namely a monitor - can display it in only two dimensions, this process is called 3D
projection. This is done using projection and, for most applications, perspective
projection. The basic idea behind perspective projection is that objects that are further
away are made smaller in relation to those that are closer to the eye. Programs produce
perspective by multiplying a dilation constant raised to the power of the negative of the
distance from the observer. A dilation constant of one means that there is no perspective.
High dilation constants can cause a "fish-eye" effect in which image distortion begins to
occur. Orthographic projection is used mainly in CAD or CAM applications where
scientific modeling requires precise measurements and preservation of the third
dimension.
Chapter 1
Anisotropic Filtering & Ambient
Occlusion
Anisotropic Filtering
An illustration of texture filtering methods showing a trilinear mipmapped texture on the
left and the same texture enhanced with anisotropic texture filtering on the right.
In 3D computer graphics, anisotropic filtering (abbreviated AF) is a method of
enhancing the image quality of textures on surfaces that are at oblique viewing angles
with respect to the camera where the projection of the texture (not the polygon or other
primitive on which it is rendered) appears to be non-orthogonal (thus the origin of the
word: "an" for not, "iso" for same, and "tropic" from tropism, relating to direction;
anisotropic filtering does not filter the same in every direction).
Like bilinear and trilinear filtering Anisotropic filtering eliminates aliasing effects, but
improves on these other techniques by reducing blur and preserving detail at extreme
viewing angles.
Anisotropic filtering is relatively intensive (primarily memory bandwidth and to some
degree computationally, though the standard space-time tradeoff rules apply) and only
became a standard feature of consumer-level graphics cards in the late 1990s. Anisotropic
filtering is now common in modern graphics hardware (and video driver software) and is
enabled either by users through driver settings or by graphics applications and video
games through programming interfaces.
An improvement on isotropic MIP mapping
Hereafter, it is assumed the reader is familiar with MIP mapping.
If we were to explore a more approximate anisotropic algorithm, RIP mapping (rectim in
parvo) as an extension from MIP mapping, we can understand how anisotropic filtering
gains so much texture mapping quality. If we need to texture a horizontal plane which is
at an oblique angle to the camera, traditional MIP map minification would give us
insufficient horizontal resolution due to the reduction of image frequency in the vertical
axis. This is because in MIP mapping each MIP level is isotropic, so a 256 × 256 texture
is downsized to a 128 × 128 image, then a 64 × 64 image and so on, so resolution halves
on each axis simultaneously, so a MIP map texture probe to an image will always sample
an image that is of equal frequency in each axis. Thus, when sampling to avoid aliasing
on a high-frequency axis, the other texture axes will be similarly downsampled and
therefore potentially blurred.
With RIP map anisotropic filtering, in addition to downsampling to 128 × 128, images
are also sampled to 256 × 128 and 32 × 128 etc. These anisotropically downsampled
images can be probed when the texture-mapped image frequency is different for each
texture axis and therefore one axis need not blur due to the screen frequency of another
axis and aliasing is still avoided. Unlike more general anisotropic filtering, the RIP
mapping described for illustration has a limitation in that it only supports anisotropic
probes that are axis-aligned in texture space, so diagonal anisotropy still presents a
problem even though real-use cases of anisotropic texture commonly have such
screenspace mappings.
In layman's terms, anisotropic filtering retains the "sharpness" of a texture normally lost
by MIP map texture's attempts to avoid aliasing. Anisotropic filtering can therefore be
said to maintain crisp texture detail at all viewing orientations while providing fast anti-
aliased texture filtering.
Degree of anisotropy supported
Different degrees or ratios of anisotropic filtering can be applied during rendering and
current hardware rendering implementations set an upper bound on this ratio. This degree
refers to the maximum ratio of anisotropy supported by the filtering process. So, for
example 4:1 (pronounced 4 to 1) anisotropic filtering will continue to sharpen more
oblique textures beyond the range sharpened by 2:1.
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besides, my grandmother loved me very much, and not only
was she religious like all women, she was what you call
good. She would not part with me, and I loved her.”
Alvar paused and put his hand across his eyes, with more
emotion than he often showed.
“She thought,” he continued, “that I should perhaps become
a Catholic if I married a Sevillana, and that my father’s
neglect would make me altogether a De la Rosa. Forgive
me, Cherito, it is not quite to be forgotten.”
“I think it was very likely to be the case,” said Cheriton.
“No, it was not the part for my father’s son, nor for an
Englishman, nor did my grandfather wish it. I am no
Catholic—never!”
“I suppose your tutor was—was a strong Protestant?” said
Cheriton, rather surprised at the first religious conviction he
had ever heard from Alvar’s lips.
“Well, I do not think you would have approved of him nor
my father if he had known. He, what is it you say?—did no
duty—and I do not think he was much like your Mr
Ellesmere. He told me that he was paid ‘to put the English
doctrines into me and teach me to speak English;’ and he
would say, ‘Remember it is your part to be a Protestant
because you are an English gentleman.’”
“But,” said Cherry, “when you came to England you must
surely have seen that we did not look on it in that way?”
“I did not much attend to your words on it,” said Alvar. “As
you know, what my father required of me I did, and I saw
that English gentlemen thought much of their churches and
their priests—or at least, that my father did so. I
conformed, but I had not expected that in England, too, I
should be a foreigner—a stranger. And I would not be other
than my real self.”
“I’m afraid we were very unkind to you.”
“You? Never!” said Alvar.
“But why did you never tell me all this before? I should
have understood you so much better.”
“I did not think of it till I considered what would seem
strange to you here—what you would not comprehend
easily.”
Cheriton remained silent. That Alvar had all his life
considered himself so entirely as a Lester and an
Englishman was a new light to him, and he could fully
appreciate the check of finding himself regarded by the
Lesters as an alien, for he knew that even he himself had
never ceased so to look upon Alvar.
“We understand each other now,” he said affectionately. “I
am glad you have told me this. But, Alvar, though
‘convictions’ may seem to you easy in England, you would
make a great mistake if you imagined that the religion of
such a man as my father was for the sake of what you call
conformity, and that it did not influence his life.”
“No,” said Alvar, “I did not think so of my father and you. I
did not comprehend at first, but I see now that—it interests
you.”
“Never doubt that,” said Cheriton earnestly. “You have seen
all my failures, but never doubt that is the one thing
‘interesting,’ the one thing to—to give one another chance.”
He paused as a look of unspeakable enthusiastic conviction
passed over his face; then blushed intensely, and was
silent. Like most young men, whatever their views, he was
in the habit of talking a good deal of “theology,” and could
have rectified Alvar’s hazy notions with ease; but personal
experiences in such discussions were generally left on one
side.
Alvar did not follow him; but perhaps that look made more
impression than a great many arguments on the status of
religion in England.
“Don’t imagine I underrate your difficulties, or my own, or
any one’s,” Cherry added hurriedly.
“I have no difficulties,” said Alvar simply; “I believe you—
always—Now, do not talk any longer—rest before you get
up.”
Cheriton now perceived that the sort of separation that had
been pursued with regard to Alvar accounted for much of
his indolence and indifference. He recognised how deeply
his pride had been wounded by his kindred’s cold reception,
and he in a measure understood the sort of loyalty, half-
proud, half-faithful, that held him to his own. He found that
Alvar had never written a word of complaint of his family
home to Seville; he perceived that as time went on he
dropped nothing that he had acquired in England, either of
dress or speech, attended the English service at the
Consulate regularly, even if Cheriton was unable to go, and
preferred to be called Mr Lester. Cheriton saw that he
intended no one to think that his English residence had
been a failure.
But there was one phase of this feeling of which even
Cheriton had no suspicion. Alvar did not forget that one
thing had belonged to him in England, to which Spain
offered no parallel. He refused to answer any questions
from his grandfather as to his engagement or its breach. He
had not been brought up to think that romantic passion was
a necessary accompaniment of a marriage engagement, but
rather as a thing to be got through first; and it had been
with a very quiet appreciation that he had given his hand
away at his father’s request. And when Virginia was once
his, he was thoroughly contented with her, her rejection had
wounded him exceedingly, and now he missed her confiding
sweetness increasingly, he felt that a good thing was gone
from him, and he would not now have attempted to console
Cheriton as he had done at Oakby. But he never spoke of
his feelings, and as Cheriton could not think that he had
acted rightly by Virginia, the subject was never mentioned
between them.
Chapter Twenty Nine.
El Toro.
“The ungentle sport that oft invites
The Spanish maid and cheers the Spanish swain.”
One of Alvar’s first occupations was to find a lodging for the
Stanforths, and for one of the Miss Westons, whom they
brought with them, and he succeeded in obtaining a flat in a
casa de pupillos or pension, not far from the De la Rosa’s, in
a picturesque street, with a pleasant shady sitting-room,
where Mr Stanforth could paint. There was a delightful
landlady, Señora Catalina, who went to mass with the
greatest regularity every morning, but afterwards was
ready to spend any part of the day in escorting the ladies
wherever they wished to go, only objecting to Gipsy’s dislike
to allow her dress to trail on the pavement, a point on
which neither could convince the other, Spanish ladies
considering the looping of the dress improper, and Gipsy not
being able to reconcile herself to the normal condition of the
pavements of Seville. Mr Stanforth, however, frequently
accompanied them, and they did a vast amount of sight-
seeing, in which they were joined by the two Lesters so far
as Cheriton’s strength would permit; and as sketching often
made Mr Stanforth stationary, Cherry liked to sit by him,
enjoying a great deal of discursive talk on things in general,
and entering with vivid interest into the novelty and beauty
around. Cherry asked a great many more questions about
Moorish remains, and ecclesiastical customs, than Alvar was
at all able to answer; and as his Spanish improved,
endeavoured to pick the brains of every one with whom he
came in contact; was so intelligent and so inquisitive about
the arrangement of the different churches, that old Padre
Tomè, the ladies’ confessor, looked upon him as a possible
convert, and though solemnly warned by Alvar never to talk
politics with any one, could not always resist teasing him by
hovering round the subject. He got on very well with Don
Guzman, and listened to a great deal of prosing about the
best way of breeding young bulls for the ring, and about all
the varieties of game to be found on the old gentleman’s
country estate, and soon perceived that he had considerably
underrated the sporting capacities of the peninsula. He was
not a favourite with Don Manoel, who suspected himself of
being laughed at; and though Dona Luisa was very kind to
him, he was hardly allowed to exchange a word with the
young ladies, and to his great amusement perceived that he
was considered likely to follow his father’s example, and
make love to them. Little Dolores, however, was less in
bondage to propriety, and became very fond of him, making
vain endeavours to pronounce “Cherry,” and teaching him a
great deal of Spanish. Miss Weston, who was a hearty
enthusiastic woman, with rather an overpowering amount of
conversation, approved of what she called his spirit of
inquiry, and was possibly not insensible to his good looks
and winning manners. He did not now shrink from home
letters, and indeed spent more time than Alvar thought
good for him in replying to Jack’s voluminous disquisitions
on his first weeks of Oxford. Alvar thought that he had
entirely recovered his spirits, and indeed Cheriton was one
whose “mind had a thousand eyes,” and they let in a good
deal of surface light, though he was himself well aware of
colder, darker depths whose sun had set for ever, and which
could only be reached by the slowly penetrating rays of a
far intenser light. Though no word of direct confidence ever
passed between him and Mr Stanforth, the latter knew
perfectly well that mental as well as physical change had
been sought in the sunny south. His health improved
considerably, though with many ups and downs, he felt
fairly well, and did not attempt to try the extent of his
powers.
He was very anxious not to be a restraint on Alvar’s
intercourse with his friends or on his natural occupations;
but except that he sometimes went to evening parties which
Cheriton avoided, Alvar generally preferred escorting Gipsy
and Miss Weston to the tops of all the buildings which Mr
Stanforth sketched from below, or into every corner of the
Alcazar, and every chapel of the cathedral, both of which
places had a wonderful charm for Cheriton.
Miss Stanforth was allowed to make friends with Alvar’s
cousins. Carmen and Isabel. She had once gone to a fancy
ball, dressed in a mantilla, and had been told that she
looked “very Spanish,” with her dark eyes and hair; a
delusion from which she awoke the first time she saw her
new friends dressed for church (they did not wear mantillas
often on secular occasions); and great was their
amusement at Gipsy’s vain endeavour to give exactly the
becoming twist to the black lace, and to flirt her fan in the
approved style. Gipsy was a bit of a mimic, but she could
not satisfy herself or them.
“It is of no use, Miss Stanforth,” said Cheriton, when she
complained to him of her difficulties. “Alvar does not like
walking out with me in an ‘Ulster’ when the wind is cold, so
he endeavoured to teach me to wear one of those
marvellous cloaks which they all throw about their
shoulders; but I can only get it over my head, and under
my feet, and everywhere that it ought not to be.”
“Well,” said Alvar, “you would not let me go to Hazelby in
my cloak; you said that the little boys would laugh at me.”
“But a great coat,” said Cherry, “is a rational kind of
garment that can’t look odd anywhere.”
“That is as you think,” said Alvar; “but I do not care what
you wear, if you like it. You will not certainly look like a
Spaniard even in the cloak.”
“A great coat,” said Mr Stanforth, “is one of those graceful
garments which have commended themselves to all ages. I
do not know what early tradition was followed by the
inventors of Noah’s Arks in the case of that patriarch—”
“Now, Mr Stanforth, that is too hard,” interrupted Cherry.
“At least it has pockets.”
“So many,” said Alvar, “that what you want is always in
another one.”
“Alvar, that cloak is your one weakness. You clung to it in
England, and you put it on the moment you landed in
Spain.”
“Cheriton thinks it is a seal-skin,” said Mr Stanforth smiling.
“Seal-skin,” said Alvar. “No, it is cloth and silk.”
“Did you never hear of the fisherman who married a
mermaid, and she lived happily on shore till she fell in with
a seal-skin; when she put it on, and, forgetting her husband
and children, jumped into the sea, and never came up any
more?”
“Ah, no!” said Alvar. “It is only that I want Cherry to be
comfortable while he is down among the fishes.”
“I will take to it some day, for the sake of astonishing Jack,”
said Cherry. “But, Alvar, those friends of yours last night
were very much interested in my travelling coat, and asked
me if it was a Paris fashion. They put it on, and I tried to
get Don Manoel into it; but he thought it was a heretical
sort of affair.”
“Cherry, if you laugh at Manoel, he will think you insult him.
He hates Englishmen, and our father especially. He was
angry because you gave the jessamine to Isabel—and—we
are polite here to each other; but if there is what you call a
row, it is worse than when every one is sulky all at once at
Oakby.”
Cherry looked as if the temptation to provoke this new
experience was nearly irresistible; but Alvar continued to Mr
Stanforth,—
“I am glad that Cherito should laugh once more as he used
to do; but my cousin does not understand.”
“My dear Alvar, I will content myself with laughing at you;
you always understand a joke, don’t you?”
“I do not care if I understand or no. When I see you
laughing,” said Alvar simply, “that is good.”
Something in this speech so touched Cheriton that his
laughter softened away into a very doubtful smile, and he
changed the subject; but he tried afterwards to propitiate
Don Manoel by the most courteous treatment. The Spaniard
did not respond, and he perceived that contending elements
were discordant in Seville as well as in England.
Carmen and Isabel found novelty less distasteful. It is true
that they thought Gipsy’s free intercourse with their cousin
Alvar and with the English stranger shocking; but they
preferred them to any other subject of conversation, and
Isabel in particular made quite a romance of the incident of
the Cape Jessamine, and how Don Cherito had looked at
her when he gave it to her.
“But why shouldn’t he pick a bit of jessamine for you, if you
couldn’t reach it for yourself?” asked Gipsy.
“Oh, Manoel said it was an attention.”
“Oh dear no,” said Gipsy, rather cruelly, “we shouldn’t think
anything of it in England. Don Manoel needn’t be afraid.”
“Oh, but Manoel is terrible. He swore before Don Cherito
came that he would poniard us if we, like our Aunt Maria,
listened to a heretic, a stranger. For Don Giraldo was a wild
wicked Englishman, but beautiful in the extreme; they have
no religion, and no morals.”
“Isabel!”
“Ah, I tell you what Manoel says. He came, he pretended an
accident, and then Dona Maria married him. Now, he says it
is the same with Don Cherito. An illness—”
“Any one can see that Cheriton Lester is really ill, at any
rate.”
“Well—Manoel was angry with my grandfather for letting
him come, and he has told Alvar that it should be death
before such a marriage. Alvar told him he knew nothing of
his English brother, who loved an English lady. But Manoel
says that what happened once might again happen.”
“Isabel,” said her sister, “it is wrong to talk of this. If
Zingara repeats it, there will be a quarrel.”
“I shall not repeat it,” said Gipsy; “but it is all nonsense, I
assure you.”
“Ah,” said Isabel, “Manoel knows not. He knows not that I
love one whom I have seen at mass, though I know not his
name. But with my fan I can show him—”
“Isabel!” again said the grave Carmen; while Gipsy, who
was far too well bred and well brought up to have made
signs in church with anything, thought that “mass” and “a
signal with a fan” sounded interesting, and that what would
have been highly unladylike at home was rather romantic in
Seville.
On their side, Carmen and Isabel thought Gipsy hardly used
in being kept away from the bull-fights, though she was too
loyal to her nationality to express any wish to see them.
Don Manoel was a great lover of the ring, and as certain
young bulls from Don Guzman’s estate were to be brought
forward at the last corrida of the season, there was a great
desire that the Englishmen should be present. Mr Stanforth
intended to avail himself of the chance of seeing such a
spectacle, and Cheriton, Don Guzman said, might see one
contest, and go away before the other bulls were brought
forward, if he found the fatigue too much for him. They
would get seats on the shady side of the bull-ring, the great
amphitheatre said to be capable of holding ten thousand
spectators.
Cheriton, who went against Alvar’s wish, did not stay for the
end, and Mr Stanforth went to see if he had repented of the
rather perverse desire to prove himself capable of enduring
the spectacle. He found him, still full of excitement, resting
on a sofa in the patio; while Alvar sat near him, smoking,
and looking cool and bored, as if the bull-fight had been a
croquet party.
Mr Stanforth’s entrance was rather inopportune, for Cherry
was still too full of his impressions not to talk of them, and,
in answer to Mr Stanforth’s question, said eagerly,—
“Oh, the heat has tired me—that is nothing. But it made
one feel like a fiend. I felt all the fascination of it—even the
horror had a dreadful sort of attraction. I could not have
come away if Alvar had not pulled me out when I was too
dizzy to resist him.”
“Very unwholesome fascination,” said Mr Stanforth.
“Unwholesome! I should think so! It is abominable that such
things should be. I tell Alvar that in his place I never would
encourage an appeal to the worst passions of human
nature.”
“Well, you would go, mi caro. I told you you would not like
it,” said Alvar coolly.
“You should set an example of indignation!”
“I? I do not care what they do to amuse themselves. It does
not interest me, as much, I think, as it did you, my brother.”
“No,” said Cherry slowly, “I understand a good many things
by this. I should be as bad as any of them. But when a
country encourages and allows such ‘amusements,’ when
women look on and like it, one cannot wonder at Spanish
cruelties. It appeals to everything that is bad in one.”
“You insult my country and your hosts! Don Cherito, such
language is unpardonable!” exclaimed an unexpected voice;
and Don Manoel came suddenly forward from one of the
curtained doorways, close at hand. “What right have you,
señor, to speak of our ancient customs in terms like these?”
“I beg your pardon,” said Cheriton, after a moment’s pause
of amazement, “if I have said anything to annoy you; but—I
was not aware that you were present. I was speaking to my
brother.”
“Would you insinuate that I disguised my presence?” cried
the Spaniard, with real rage in his tones, and a
determination to show it.
Then Alvar fired up with the sudden passion that had always
startled his English kindred.
“How dare you so address my brother! He shall say what he
chooses!”
“He shall not—nor you either! You call yourself Spaniard—
Andaluz—you claim rights in Seville, and listen with
complacence to the cowardly scruples—”
Here Alvar broke in with much too rapid Spanish for the
Englishmen to follow, interrupted as it was by Manoel’s
rejoinder, and by furious gestures as if the disputants were
going to fly at each other’s throats, while Mr Stanforth’s
mild attempts at interposing with—“Come—come now; what
nonsense! What is all this about?” were entirely unheard.
Meanwhile, Cheriton’s previous excitement cooled down
completely. He got up from the sofa, and stepped between
them, laying his hand on Alvar’s arm.
“Excuse me, Alvar,” he said, in his slow, careful Spanish,
“this seems to be my affair. Señor Don Manoel, will you
have the goodness to tell me why you are offended with
me?”
“He called you a coward—you, my brother!”
“My dear fellow, be quiet, don’t be an ass.” (This in English
for Alvar’s benefit.) “Would you tell me what has provoked
you?”
“Señor Don Cherito,” said Manoel, forced to answer civilly
by Cheriton’s coolness—“first, did you mean to insinuate
that I listened to your conversation with my cousin?”
“By no means,” said Cherry. “I merely meant to say that I
had not seen you.”
“Then I ask you, señor, to repeat or to withdraw the
remarks you made about the bull-fight,” said Don Manoel,
with the air of delivering an ultimatum.
“He will not withdraw them!” cried Alvar. “He is no coward!”
“I hope,” said Cheriton, “I did nothing to offend. Were I in
Don Manoel’s place I should feel, I am sure, as he does. I,
too, am attached to the customs of my country. It is no
doubt difficult for a stranger to judge. If I said the sport was
cruel, I did not for a moment mean to imply that—that—
those who see it must be cruel. Excuse my bad Spanish. I
cannot express myself, but—pray let us shake hands.”
He smiled, and held out his hand.
“Well, señor, you are Don Guzman de la Rosa’s guest. If this
is meant for an apology—”
“For having offended you—yes. Being Don Guzman’s guest,
I could not quarrel with his nephew.”
“I accept, the apology,” said Don Manoel, with much
solemnity, and accepting Cherry’s hand.
“But,” said Alvar, “you applied an expression to my brother.”
“Oh, nonsense, Alvar; you know we never think of
‘expressions’ when we are angry; and I’m not aware of
having had any opportunity of showing either cowardice or
courage.”
“H’m,” said Mr Stanforth, in English, “a tolerably cool head,
I think.”
Don Manoel, who appeared to have made up his mind to be
magnanimous, remarked that his expression had been used
too hastily to a stranger; but that a true Spaniard would
look on any scene with equanimity. Cherry’s lip curved a
little, as if he thought this a doubtful advantage; but he
answered with a laugh,—
“I am a stranger, señor; and besides, I was fatigued.”
“Ah,” said Manoel, “that amounts to an entire excuse. The
expression is withdrawn.”
And with a profound bow to Cheriton, he went away, and
Cherry burst out laughing.
“What in the world did all that mean?” he said. “Did I really
offend his national pride by turning sick at the dying
horses?”
“That is not all,” said Alvar hurriedly; “he hates the English
and us all; he would like to kill me.”
“Ah, ha, Alvar, it is my turn to talk about ‘excitement’ now.”
“Well, I do not understand you. When you came home you
could not be still; you seemed crazy. And now, when any
gentleman would be enraged, you laugh.”
“Oh, I hate quarrels. And besides,” shrugging his shoulders,
“why in the world should I care for such mock-heroics as
that?”
“Ah, Cherry,” said Mr Stanforth, “there spoke the very
essence of English scorn.”
Cheriton coloured.
“True,” he said, candidly, “Don Manoel had a right to be
angry with me, after all. But I don’t mean it. I dare say he
isn’t half a bad fellow.”
“Ah, you are coughing. You will be tired out; and I am sure
that you will not sleep,” said Alvar. “Come, you shall not talk
any more about anything.”
“Very wise advice,” said Mr Stanforth, “especially as Gipsy
has persuaded the whole party to come to-morrow to see
my sketches, and drink English ‘afternoon tea.’ So rest now
in preparation.”
Cheriton paid for his day’s work by a bad night and much
weariness. Don Manoel made very polite inquiries after him;
but there was something in the atmosphere that, to quote
Alvar, Cherry “did not understand.”
Chapter Thirty.
Nettie at Bay.
“A child, and vain.”
After the departure of the travellers, a period of exceeding
flatness and dulness settled down on Oakby and its
neighbourhood. The weather was dismal, one or two other
neighbouring families were away, and no one thought it
worth while to do anything. Jack had refused a congenial
invitation, and conscientiously stayed at home “to make it
cheerful,” until he went up to Oxford; but, though he was
too well conducted and successful not to be a satisfactory
son, he and his father were not congenial, and never could
think of anything to say to each other. He had outgrown
companionship with Bob, and did not now get on very well
with him; while Nettie was never sociable with any one but
her twin. Mrs Lester, though very attentive to her son’s
dinners and other comforts, did not trouble herself much
about the boys, and moreover did not possess the
comfortable characteristic common to most elderly ladies—
of being often to be found in one place. As Jack expressed it
to himself, “no one was ever anywhere;” and prone as he
was to look on the dark side of things, the thought that this
was what home would be without Cherry, was perpetually
before his mind. He did not like to go to Elderthwaite, and
saw nothing of its inhabitants till one misty day early in
October, as he was walking through the lanes with Rolla and
Buffer at his heels, he came suddenly upon Virginia, leaning
over a stile, and looking, not at the view, for there was
none, but at the mist and the distant rain. Her figure, in its
long waterproof cloak, under an arch of brown and yellow
hazel boughs, had an indescribably forlorn aspect; but Jack,
awkward fellow, was conscious of nothing but a sense of
embarrassment and doubt what to say. She started and
coloured up, but with greater self-possession spoke to him,
and held out her hand.
“How d’ye do?” said Jack. “Down, Buffer, you’re all over
mud.”
“Oh, never mind, I don’t care, dear little fellow!” exclaimed
Virginia, who would have hugged Buffer, mud and all, but
for very shame. “I did not know you were at home, Jack.”
“Yes, but I’m going to Oxford next week.”
“And—and you have good accounts of Cherry?”
“Yes, pretty good, better than at first. He says that he looks
better, and does not cough so much, and he likes it,—so he
says, at least,” replied Jack, who, conceiving that propriety
precluded the mention of Alvar’s name, found his personal
pronouns puzzling.
“I am very glad,” said Virginia softly.
“Yes, I suppose they are at Seville by this time; they stayed
at San José till Cherry was stronger. Al—he—they thought it
best.”
“Your eldest brother would be very careful of him, I am
sure,” said Virginia, with a gentle dignity that reassured
Jack, though she blushed deeply.
“Yes,” he said more freely, “and they have made some
friends; Mr Stanforth, the artist, you know, and his
daughter; they’re very nice people, and they have been
learning Spanish together. He writes in very good spirits,”
concluded Jack viciously, and referring to Cherry, though
poor Virginia’s imagination supplied another antecedent.
“I am glad to hear it,” she said. “I met that Miss Stanforth
once. She was a pretty, dark-eyed child then. Good-bye,
Jack, I am going soon to stay with my cousin Ruth.”
“Good-bye,” said Jack, with a scowl which she could not
account for. “I hope you’ll enjoy yourself.”
“Good-bye; good-bye, Buffer.”
Jack took his way home through the wet shrubberies. He
felt sorry for Virginia, whom he regarded as injured by
Alvar, but he thought that she ought to be angry with Ruth,
never supposing that the latter’s delinquencies were
unknown to her.
As he walked on he passed by a cart shed belonging to a
small farm of his father’s above which was a hay loft,
reached by a step ladder, to the foot of which Buffer and
Rolla both rushed, barking rapturously, and trying to get up
the ladder.
“Hullo! what’s up?—rats, I suppose,” thought Jack; and
mounting two or three steps of the very rickety ladder, he
looked into the loft, his chin on a level with the floor.
Suddenly a blinding heap of hay was flung over his head;
there was a scuffle and a rush, and Jack freed himself from
the hay to find his head in Nettie’s very vigorous embrace;
and to see Dick Seyton swing himself down from the
window of the loft and run away.
“Stop, I say. Nettie, let go, what are you doing here? Dick,
stop, I say,” cried Jack, scrambling up the ladder and
rushing to the window; but Dick had vanished.
“Don’t stamp, Jack, you’ll come through; you should have
run after him,” said Nettie saucily.
Jack turned, but caught his foot in a hole and fell headlong
into the hay, while Nettie sat and laughed at him, and the
dogs howled at the foot of the ladder.
Jack picked himself up cautiously, and sitting down on the
hay, for there was hardly room for him to stand upright,
said severely,—
“Now, Nettie, what is the meaning of this?”
“The meaning of what?”
“Of your being here with Dick. I told you in the summer that
I didn’t approve of your being so friendly with him, and now
I insist on knowing at once what you were doing with him.”
“Well, then, I shan’t tell you,” said Nettie coolly.
“I say you shall. I couldn’t have believed that my sister
would be so unladylike. Just tell me how often you have
met him, and what you were doing here?”
“It’s no business of yours,” said Nettie, making a sudden
rush at the ladder; but Jack caught her, and a struggle
ensued, in which of course he had the upper hand, though
she was strong enough to make a considerable resistance;
and he felt the absurdity of fighting with her as if she were
a naughty child, when her offence was of such a nature.
“Now, Nettie,” he said, in a tone that she could not resist.
“Stop this nonsense. I mean to have an answer. What has
induced you to meet Dick Seyton in secret, and how often
have you done so? You can’t deny that you have.”
“No,” said Nettie, “I have, often, and I shall ever so many
times more.”
“I couldn’t have believed it of you, Nettie,” said Jack, so
seriously and so mildly that Nettie looked quite frightened,
and then exclaimed,—
“Jack, if you dare to venture to think that I meet Dick that
we may make love to each other, or any nonsense of that
kind, I’ll—I’ll kill you—I’ll never speak to you again, never!”
“Why—why what else can I think?” said Jack, blushing, and
by far the more shamefaced of the two.
“Well, then, it’s abominable and shameful of you. Do you
think I would be so horrid? As if I ever meant to marry any
one. I shall live with Bob.”
“Don’t be so violent, Nettie. You have acted very
deceitfully.”
“Deceitfully! Do you think I’d tell you a story?”
As Nettie had never been known to “tell a story” in her life,
Jack could not say that he thought she would; but he
replied,—
“You have acted deceitfully. You have run after Dick when
we all thought you were somewhere else, and—there’s no
use in being in a passion—but what do you suppose any one
would think of a girl who behaved in such a manner?”
Nettie blushed, but answered,—
“I can’t help what any one thinks, Jack. I know I’m right,
and I must go on doing it.”
“Indeed you won’t,” said Jack angrily; “for unless you
promise never to meet him any more, I shall tell father at
once that I found you here. What do you think Cherry would
say to you?”
“Cherry would say I was perfectly right, and would do
exactly the same thing himself,” said Nettie, triumphantly. “I
am not doing any harm; and I must go on. I can’t tell you
why I am doing it, because I promised not, and I’ll do it
nearer home if you like it better. Bob and I quarrelled about
it many a time, he knows.”
“Oh, he knows, does he? What a fool he must have been to
let you do it.”
“He won’t tell of me,” said Nettie, “and he never did let me
when he was at home. But I am not a silly, horrid girl, Jack,
whatever you think; and I’m not flirting with Dick, nor—nor
—engaged to him; and when—when—it’s right, I don’t mind
people thinking so!”
But this speech ended in a flood of tears, as poor Nettie’s
latent maidenliness began to assert itself.
“And pray,” said Jack, “does Dick come after you because
it’s right?”
“No—no,” sobbed Nettie; “because I make him.”
“And how can you make him, I should like to know?”
Nettie made no answer but renewed tears. At last she
sobbed out, “Oh, Jack, Jack, I wish you were Cherry!”
“I wish I were with all my heart,” said Jack. “Would you tell
me if I were Cherry?”
“No; but I know he would be kind, and not think me horrid.”
“Well, Nettie, I’ll try to be kind; but you frighten me by all
this. Now just listen. I believe I ought to tell father directly.”
“Oh, Jack! dear Jack! Don’t, don’t—it would be dreadful!
Don’t you believe me?”
“Yes,” said Jack, “I believe you; but how do I know about a
young scamp like Dick? You tell me the whole truth, and
then I can judge, or I shall tell my father this moment.
You’re my sister, and I shall take care of you. You’ve done a
thing that may be told against you all your life, and nothing
can make it right, say what you will.”
“But I can’t tell you, Jack; I’ve promised.”
“Well, then, I shall have it out first with Dick.”
“Oh, Jack, everything will be undone then!”
“And pray, if you don’t care about him, why does it matter
to you so much about him?”
“Indeed—indeed, Jack, I’m not in love with him in the least.
I never was with anybody, and I never mean to be,” said
Nettie, fixing her great blue eyes full on Jack, and speaking
with convincing eagerness.
“And how about him?” said Jack crossly.
“No, it’s nothing to do with it,” said Nettie; but the tone of
her voice altered a little, and Jack had a sort of feeling that
there was more in the matter than she herself knew, for he
never thought of disbelieving her.
“Will you tell, and will you promise?” he said.
“No, I won’t,” said Nettie.
“Then you are a very naughty, disobedient girl, and you
shall come home with me this minute.”
“I hate you, Jack. I’ll never forgive you,” said Nettie
passionately, as she followed him; and all the way home
she sobbed and pouted, with an intolerable sense of shame,
while Jack, utterly puzzled, walked by her side, a desire to
horsewhip Dick Seyton contending in his mind with a dread
of making a row.
They came in by the back-door, and Nettie rushed upstairs
at once; while Jack, virtuous and resolute, went into the
study.
Resolute as the girl was, she listened trembling, till her
father’s loud call of “Nettie, Nettie, come here this
moment!” brought her down to the study, where were her
father, her grandmother, and Jack.
“Eh, what’s all this, Nettie?” said Mr Lester. “I can’t have
you running about the country with young Seyton. What’s
the meaning of it?”
“Papa,” said Nettie, “I haven’t run about the country. Dick
and I have got a secret; it’s a very good secret.”
“Well, what is it, then?” said her father.
“I don’t mean to tell. I never tell secrets,” said Nettie, with
determination. “We have had it a long time.”
“My dear,” said Mr Lester, much more mildly than he would
have spoken to any of his boys, “I must put an end to it.
You have been running wild with your brothers till you
forget how big a girl you are getting. Never go out with Dick
again by yourself—do you hear?”
Nettie made no answer, and her father continued, more
sternly,—
“I am sorry, Nettie, that you did not know better how to
behave. Never let me hear of such a thing again.”
Still silence; and Jack said,—
“She won’t promise. I shall see what Dick says about it.”
“Then you’ll just do nothing of the sort, Jack,” said his
grandmother, “making mountains out of mole-hills. Nettie is
going to London to stay with her aunt Cheriton, and have
some music and French lessons with Dolly and Kate. I’d
settled it all this morning. She doesn’t attend enough to her
studies here. You’ll take her up when you go to Oxford, and
there’ll be an end of the matter.”
“Yes, yes,” said Mr Lester. “Grandmamma and I were talking
it over just now.”
“Not that it is on account of your remarks, Jack,” said Mrs
Lester. “That would be making far too much of her foolish
behaviour; but in London she’ll learn better.”
“To be sure,” said Mr Lester, who had been stopped on his
way out riding by Jack’s appeal, and was now glad to
escape from an unpleasant discussion. “Nettie will come
back at Christmas, and we shall hear no more of such
childish tricks.”
Nettie looked like a statue, and never spoke a word; but
there was a look of fright through all her sullenness. Jack
was not accustomed to think much of her appearance, but
he knew as a matter of fact that she was handsome, and it
struck him forcibly that she looked “grown-up.”
“You’ve done more harm than you know,” she said; “but I
will not tell, and I will not promise.” And with a sort of
dignity in her air, she walked out of the room.
“What does she mean?” said Jack.
“Never you mind,” said his grandmother, “and don’t you
raise the countryside on her by saying a word to Dick or any
one. Hold your tongue, and be thankful. The Seytons are
the plague of the place, and we’ll ask them all to dinner
before Nettie goes, Dick included.”
“Ask them to dinner?” said Jack.
“Yes; we’ll have no talk of a quarrel. And besides, your
father finds that people are apt to think that it was
Virginia’s fault that your half-brother left her in the lurch;
and that’s not so, though she is a Seyton.”
“No, indeed!”
“So my son means to have a dinner-party, and to show that
we are all good friends, and pay them proper attention. A
bad lot they are; there’s not one of them to be trusted.”
“But, Granny,” said Jack anxiously, “what do you think about
Nettie? What secret can she have?”
“Eh, I can’t tell. He may be getting her a puppy or a
creature of some kind; but Nettie’s secret may be one and
Dick’s another. I always blamed Cherry for encouraging the
Seytons about the place.”
“Poor Cherry!” muttered Jack to himself, with a great
longing to throw the burden of his difficulty on to Cherry’s
shoulders.
Nettie remained sullen and impenetrable. She treated Jack
with an intense resentment that vexed him more than he
could have supposed. Neither her father nor her
grandmother asked her any questions; but she was
watched, though not palpably in disgrace, and she suffered
from an agony of shame and of self-reproach which
contended strangely with the motive that in her view
justified the stolen meetings. Whether her womanly
instincts, roughly awakened, justified the warnings given
her, or whether, she merely resented the unjust suspicion,
she herself scarcely knew, and not for worlds would she
have explained her feelings. The dread of giving an
advantage, the intense sulky self-respect that leads to an
exaggeration of reserve and false shame, was in her nature
as in that of all the Lesters, and if Cheriton had been
present she could not probably have uttered a word to him.
Being absent, she could venture to soften at the thought of
him, and cried for him many a time in secret.
Chapter Thirty One.
Broken Links.
“Love is made a vague regret.”
Virginia, when she parted from Jack, walked slowly
homewards through the mist and the falling leaves, and
thought of the bloom and the brightness of that fair Seville
which she had so often pictured to herself. How happy the
two brothers would be there together, among all the
surroundings which she had heard described so often! Alvar
would never think of her. “At least, I should have had letters
from him if I had not sent him away,” she thought; and
though she did not regret the parting in the sense of
blaming herself for it, she felt in her utter desolation as if
she had rather have had her lover cold and indifferent than
not have him at all.
For life was so dreary, home so wretched, and Virginia could
not mend it. Indeed in many ways a less high-minded girl
with stronger spirits and more tact might have been far
more useful there. Virginia held her tongue resolutely; but
she could not shut her eyes. She had lost her bearings, and
could not possibly understand the proportion of things. Thus
even in her inmost soul she never blamed her father for his
life-long extravagance, for the vague stories of his
dissipated youth—these things were not for her to judge;
but the conversation, which he intended to be perfectly fit
for her ears, was full of small prejudices, small injustices,
and trifles taken for granted that grated on her every hour.
She tried very hard to be gentle and pleasant to her aunt;
but she could not bring herself, as Ruth could, to laugh at
scandalous stories, old or new, or even to think herself right
in listening to them. And though her father and aunt so far
as they knew how, respected her innocence, the latter only
laughed at the ignorance that thought one thing as bad as
another. For there were virtues, or at least self-denials in
their lives, for which, with all her love and with all her
charity, she could not possibly credit them. It was
something that Mr Seyton had pulled through without
utterly succumbing to debt and difficulty, it was something
that when writhing under an injury which she never forgot
or forgave, his sister stuck to him and kept things as
straight as they were. It was a godless, idle, aimless
household, above stairs and below; but it was not a
scandalous one, and, with all the antecedents, it easily
might have been. But the obvious outcome of this hard
narrow life was a deadness to all outer or higher interests,
an ignorance of the ordinary views of society, and of
modern forms of thought never attained save by selfish
people, an absence of restraint of temper, a delight in utter
littleness, which were intensely wearying. Higher principles
would have made life more interesting if nothing more. The
narrowest form of belief in religion and goodness would
have given a wider outlook. Virginia was sick to death of
tales of little local incidents spiced with ill-nature, or
incessant complaints of someone’s ill-behaviour about a
fence or a cow. If she had lived at Oakby she would have
heard a good deal of the same sort of thing; but there there
would have been something else to fall back on, and she
would not have heard small triumphs over small
overreaching, which Mr Seyton did not mix enough with his
kind to hear commented on.
Virginia used to wonder if she would grow like her aunt, her
life was so empty. All her young-lady interests, the essay
and drawing clubs, the correspondence and the art
needlework, with which like other girls she had amused
herself, had languished entirely during her engagement,
and she did not care to resume them. She would have liked
to be a resource to Dick; but she was not used to boys, and
had not much faculty for amusing them, and Dick did not
care for her. Her Sunday class tired her, and were naughty
because her teaching was languid; the children by no
means offering the consolations to her depression which
they are sometimes represented as doing in fiction. The
Ellesmeres, who were always kind to her, were away for
their annual holiday, and the library books for which she
subscribed, and which might have amused her, could never,
by any chance be fetched from the station when she wanted
them.
Her uncle showed his sympathy by scolding her roundly for
fretting for a black-eyed foreigner, till she was almost too
angry to speak to him.
Under all these circumstances Ruth’s urgent invitation had
been welcome, and as she received others from her friends
at Littleton, she resolved to go and try to pick up the
threads that Alvar had broken. Soon after she parted with
Jack she met the Parson, and told him what she knew would
be welcome news, that Cherry was better.
“Ay,” said Mr Seyton, “Jack brought me a message from him
that he would write me an account of a bull-fight. Wonder
he’s not ashamed to go near one. Cruel, unmanly sport—
disgraceful!”
“Well, uncle,” said Virginia, “I think you ought to be pleased
that Cherry is well enough to go.”
“Eh? I’ll ask him if he’ll come and see a cock-fight when he
comes home. Plenty of ’em here—round the corner. So
you’re going to London to get a little colour in your cheeks,
I think it’s time.”
“Yes, uncle; Mrs Clement will teach the children while I’m
away.”
“Very well, and tell Miss Ruth she was blind of one eye when
she made her choice, but I can see out of both.”
“Uncle, I shouldn’t think of telling her such a thing. What do
you mean?”
“Never mind, she’ll understand me. Good-bye, my dear, and
never mind the Frenchman.”
Virginia smiled, but she could not turn her thoughts away,
not merely from Alvar, but from her life without him. Fain
would she have refused the invitation which soon arrived to
a solemn dinner-party at Oakby; but it had been
accompanied by a hint from Mr Lester to her aunt which
caused the latter to insist on accepting it, and they went
accordingly to meet Sir John and Lady Hubbard, and one or
two other neighbours. Mr Lester was markedly polite to
Virginia. Mrs Lester wore her best black velvet, and a
certain diamond brooch, only produced on occasions of
state. Jack looked proper, silent, and bored. Every one
wished to ask after the universally popular Cheriton, but felt
that Alvar was an awkward subject of conversation, so that
the adventures of the travellers could not be used to enliven
the dulness. Nettie did not of course appear at dinner, and
afterwards sat in a corner of the drawing-room in her white
muslin, apparently determined not to open her mouth. Dick
strolled up to her when the gentlemen came in, and was
instantly followed by Jack, who stood by her silent and
frowning. Nettie looked up under her eyebrows, and said,
“Dick, I am going to London.”
“So I hear,” said Dick, with a smile and a slight shrug.
“I hate it, but I can’t help it. You go on.”
Dick smiled again and nodded, and then looked at Jack with
an air of secret amusement, indescribably provoking. “All
right,” he said, but he turned away and made no further
demonstration; and Mrs Lester desired Nettie to show Miss
Hubbard “Views on the Rhine,” a very handsome book
reserved for occasions of unusual dulness.
Altogether the evening did not raise Virginia’s spirits, and
she was half inclined to resent the special kindness shown
to her by Mr Lester, as implying blame to his absent son.
It was a wonderful change of scene and circumstance, when
she found herself, some few days later, sitting in Lady
Charlton’s pleasant London drawing-room, full of books,
work, plants, and pretty things, with Ruth, bright-eyed and
blooming, sitting on the rug at her feet, ready for a
confidential chatter.
She was to be married directly after Christmas, she told
Virginia. Rupert did not mean to sell out of the army; she
did not at all dislike the notion of moving about for a few
years, and now the regiment was at Aldershot she could see
Rupert often while she remained in London to get her
things.
“And, Queenie, you must choose the dresses for the
bridesmaids. Grandmamma will have a gay wedding. I think
it will be a great bore.”
“Your bridesmaids ought to wear something warm and gay
and bright, like yourself, Ruthie. Are you going to ask Nettie
Lester?”
“Oh, no!” said Ruth hurriedly. “Why should I?”
“She is Rupert’s cousin, and she is so handsome.”
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  • 7. Table of Contents Introduction Chapter 1- Anisotropic Filtering & Ambient Occlusion Chapter 2 - Binary Space Partitioning Chapter 3 - Bump Mapping Chapter 4 - Global Illumination & Catmull–Clark Subdivision Surface Chapter 5 - Level of Detail Chapter 6 - Non-Uniform Rational B-Spline Chapter 7 - Normal Mapping & Mipmap Chapter 8 - Particle System & Painter's Algorithm Chapter 9 - Phong Shading Chapter 10 - Path Tracing Chapter 11 - Photon Mapping Chapter 12 -3D Projection Chapter 13 - Radiosity (3D Computer Graphics) Chapter 14 - Reflection Mapping & Reflection (Computer Graphics) Chapter 15 - Rendering (Computer Graphics)
  • 8. Introduction 3D computer graphics 3D rendering is the 3D computer graphics process of automatically converting 3D wire frame models into 2D images with 3D photorealistic effects on a computer. Rendering methods Rendering is the final process of creating the actual 2D image or animation from the prepared scene. This can be compared to taking a photo or filming the scene after the setup is finished in real life. Several different, and often specialized, rendering methods have been developed. These range from the distinctly non-realistic wireframe rendering through polygon-based rendering, to more advanced techniques such as: scanline rendering, ray tracing, or radiosity. Rendering may take from fractions of a second to days for a single image/frame. In general, different methods are better suited for either photo-realistic rendering, or real-time rendering.
  • 9. Real-time An example of a ray-traced image that typically takes seconds or minutes to render. Rendering for interactive media, such as games and simulations, is calculated and displayed in real time, at rates of approximately 20 to 120 frames per second. In real-time rendering, the goal is to show as much information as possible as the eye can process in a 30th of a second (or one frame, in the case of 30 frame-per-second animation). The goal here is primarily speed and not photo-realism. In fact, exploitations can be applied in the way the eye 'perceives' the world, and as a result the final image presented is not necessarily that of the real-world, but one close enough for the human eye to tolerate. Rendering software may simulate such visual effects as lens flares, depth of field or motion blur. These are attempts to simulate visual phenomena resulting from the optical characteristics of cameras and of the human eye. These effects can lend an element of realism to a scene, even if the effect is merely a simulated artifact of a camera. This is the
  • 10. basic method employed in games, interactive worlds and VRML. The rapid increase in computer processing power has allowed a progressively higher degree of realism even for real-time rendering, including techniques such as HDR rendering. Real-time rendering is often polygonal and aided by the computer's GPU. Non real-time Computer-generated image created by Gilles Tran. Animations for non-interactive media, such as feature films and video, are rendered much more slowly. Non-real time rendering enables the leveraging of limited processing power in order to obtain higher image quality. Rendering times for individual frames may vary from a few seconds to several days for complex scenes. Rendered frames are stored on a hard disk then can be transferred to other media such as motion picture film or optical disk. These frames are then displayed sequentially at high frame rates, typically 24, 25, or 30 frames per second, to achieve the illusion of movement. When the goal is photo-realism, techniques such as ray tracing or radiosity are employed. This is the basic method employed in digital media and artistic works. Techniques have been developed for the purpose of simulating other naturally-occurring effects, such as the interaction of light with various forms of matter. Examples of such techniques include particle systems (which can simulate rain, smoke, or fire), volumetric sampling (to simulate fog, dust and other spatial atmospheric effects), caustics (to simulate light
  • 11. focusing by uneven light-refracting surfaces, such as the light ripples seen on the bottom of a swimming pool), and subsurface scattering (to simulate light reflecting inside the volumes of solid objects such as human skin). The rendering process is computationally expensive, given the complex variety of physical processes being simulated. Computer processing power has increased rapidly over the years, allowing for a progressively higher degree of realistic rendering. Film studios that produce computer-generated animations typically make use of a render farm to generate images in a timely manner. However, falling hardware costs mean that it is entirely possible to create small amounts of 3D animation on a home computer system. The output of the renderer is often used as only one small part of a completed motion- picture scene. Many layers of material may be rendered separately and integrated into the final shot using compositing software. Reflection and shading models Models of reflection/scattering and shading are used to describe the appearance of a surface. Although these issues may seem like problems all on their own, they are studied almost exclusively within the context of rendering. Modern 3D computer graphics rely heavily on a simplified reflection model called Phong reflection model (not to be confused with Phong shading). In refraction of light, an important concept is the refractive index. In most 3D programming implementations, the term for this value is "index of refraction," usually abbreviated "IOR." Shading can be broken down into two orthogonal issues, which are often studied independently:  Reflection/Scattering - How light interacts with the surface at a given point  Shading - How material properties vary across the surface Reflection The Utah teapot
  • 12. Reflection or scattering is the relationship between incoming and outgoing illumination at a given point. Descriptions of scattering are usually given in terms of a bidirectional scattering distribution function or BSDF. Popular reflection rendering techniques in 3D computer graphics include:  Flat shading: A technique that shades each polygon of an object based on the polygon's "normal" and the position and intensity of a light source.  Gouraud shading: Invented by H. Gouraud in 1971, a fast and resource-conscious vertex shading technique used to simulate smoothly shaded surfaces.  Texture mapping: A technique for simulating a large amount of surface detail by mapping images (textures) onto polygons.  Phong shading: Invented by Bui Tuong Phong, used to simulate specular highlights and smooth shaded surfaces.  Bump mapping: Invented by Jim Blinn, a normal-perturbation technique used to simulate wrinkled surfaces.  Cel shading: A technique used to imitate the look of hand-drawn animation. Shading Shading addresses how different types of scattering are distributed across the surface (i.e., which scattering function applies where). Descriptions of this kind are typically expressed with a program called a shader. (Note that there is some confusion since the word "shader" is sometimes used for programs that describe local geometric variation.) A simple example of shading is texture mapping, which uses an image to specify the diffuse color at each point on a surface, giving it more apparent detail. Transport Transport describes how illumination in a scene gets from one place to another. Visibility is a major component of light transport.
  • 13. Projection Perspective Projection The shaded three-dimensional objects must be flattened so that the display device - namely a monitor - can display it in only two dimensions, this process is called 3D projection. This is done using projection and, for most applications, perspective projection. The basic idea behind perspective projection is that objects that are further away are made smaller in relation to those that are closer to the eye. Programs produce perspective by multiplying a dilation constant raised to the power of the negative of the distance from the observer. A dilation constant of one means that there is no perspective. High dilation constants can cause a "fish-eye" effect in which image distortion begins to occur. Orthographic projection is used mainly in CAD or CAM applications where scientific modeling requires precise measurements and preservation of the third dimension.
  • 14. Chapter 1 Anisotropic Filtering & Ambient Occlusion Anisotropic Filtering An illustration of texture filtering methods showing a trilinear mipmapped texture on the left and the same texture enhanced with anisotropic texture filtering on the right. In 3D computer graphics, anisotropic filtering (abbreviated AF) is a method of enhancing the image quality of textures on surfaces that are at oblique viewing angles with respect to the camera where the projection of the texture (not the polygon or other primitive on which it is rendered) appears to be non-orthogonal (thus the origin of the word: "an" for not, "iso" for same, and "tropic" from tropism, relating to direction; anisotropic filtering does not filter the same in every direction). Like bilinear and trilinear filtering Anisotropic filtering eliminates aliasing effects, but improves on these other techniques by reducing blur and preserving detail at extreme viewing angles.
  • 15. Anisotropic filtering is relatively intensive (primarily memory bandwidth and to some degree computationally, though the standard space-time tradeoff rules apply) and only became a standard feature of consumer-level graphics cards in the late 1990s. Anisotropic filtering is now common in modern graphics hardware (and video driver software) and is enabled either by users through driver settings or by graphics applications and video games through programming interfaces. An improvement on isotropic MIP mapping Hereafter, it is assumed the reader is familiar with MIP mapping. If we were to explore a more approximate anisotropic algorithm, RIP mapping (rectim in parvo) as an extension from MIP mapping, we can understand how anisotropic filtering gains so much texture mapping quality. If we need to texture a horizontal plane which is at an oblique angle to the camera, traditional MIP map minification would give us insufficient horizontal resolution due to the reduction of image frequency in the vertical axis. This is because in MIP mapping each MIP level is isotropic, so a 256 × 256 texture is downsized to a 128 × 128 image, then a 64 × 64 image and so on, so resolution halves on each axis simultaneously, so a MIP map texture probe to an image will always sample an image that is of equal frequency in each axis. Thus, when sampling to avoid aliasing on a high-frequency axis, the other texture axes will be similarly downsampled and therefore potentially blurred. With RIP map anisotropic filtering, in addition to downsampling to 128 × 128, images are also sampled to 256 × 128 and 32 × 128 etc. These anisotropically downsampled images can be probed when the texture-mapped image frequency is different for each texture axis and therefore one axis need not blur due to the screen frequency of another axis and aliasing is still avoided. Unlike more general anisotropic filtering, the RIP mapping described for illustration has a limitation in that it only supports anisotropic probes that are axis-aligned in texture space, so diagonal anisotropy still presents a problem even though real-use cases of anisotropic texture commonly have such screenspace mappings. In layman's terms, anisotropic filtering retains the "sharpness" of a texture normally lost by MIP map texture's attempts to avoid aliasing. Anisotropic filtering can therefore be said to maintain crisp texture detail at all viewing orientations while providing fast anti- aliased texture filtering. Degree of anisotropy supported Different degrees or ratios of anisotropic filtering can be applied during rendering and current hardware rendering implementations set an upper bound on this ratio. This degree refers to the maximum ratio of anisotropy supported by the filtering process. So, for example 4:1 (pronounced 4 to 1) anisotropic filtering will continue to sharpen more oblique textures beyond the range sharpened by 2:1.
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  • 17. besides, my grandmother loved me very much, and not only was she religious like all women, she was what you call good. She would not part with me, and I loved her.” Alvar paused and put his hand across his eyes, with more emotion than he often showed. “She thought,” he continued, “that I should perhaps become a Catholic if I married a Sevillana, and that my father’s neglect would make me altogether a De la Rosa. Forgive me, Cherito, it is not quite to be forgotten.” “I think it was very likely to be the case,” said Cheriton. “No, it was not the part for my father’s son, nor for an Englishman, nor did my grandfather wish it. I am no Catholic—never!” “I suppose your tutor was—was a strong Protestant?” said Cheriton, rather surprised at the first religious conviction he had ever heard from Alvar’s lips. “Well, I do not think you would have approved of him nor my father if he had known. He, what is it you say?—did no duty—and I do not think he was much like your Mr Ellesmere. He told me that he was paid ‘to put the English doctrines into me and teach me to speak English;’ and he would say, ‘Remember it is your part to be a Protestant because you are an English gentleman.’” “But,” said Cherry, “when you came to England you must surely have seen that we did not look on it in that way?” “I did not much attend to your words on it,” said Alvar. “As you know, what my father required of me I did, and I saw that English gentlemen thought much of their churches and their priests—or at least, that my father did so. I
  • 18. conformed, but I had not expected that in England, too, I should be a foreigner—a stranger. And I would not be other than my real self.” “I’m afraid we were very unkind to you.” “You? Never!” said Alvar. “But why did you never tell me all this before? I should have understood you so much better.” “I did not think of it till I considered what would seem strange to you here—what you would not comprehend easily.” Cheriton remained silent. That Alvar had all his life considered himself so entirely as a Lester and an Englishman was a new light to him, and he could fully appreciate the check of finding himself regarded by the Lesters as an alien, for he knew that even he himself had never ceased so to look upon Alvar. “We understand each other now,” he said affectionately. “I am glad you have told me this. But, Alvar, though ‘convictions’ may seem to you easy in England, you would make a great mistake if you imagined that the religion of such a man as my father was for the sake of what you call conformity, and that it did not influence his life.” “No,” said Alvar, “I did not think so of my father and you. I did not comprehend at first, but I see now that—it interests you.” “Never doubt that,” said Cheriton earnestly. “You have seen all my failures, but never doubt that is the one thing ‘interesting,’ the one thing to—to give one another chance.”
  • 19. He paused as a look of unspeakable enthusiastic conviction passed over his face; then blushed intensely, and was silent. Like most young men, whatever their views, he was in the habit of talking a good deal of “theology,” and could have rectified Alvar’s hazy notions with ease; but personal experiences in such discussions were generally left on one side. Alvar did not follow him; but perhaps that look made more impression than a great many arguments on the status of religion in England. “Don’t imagine I underrate your difficulties, or my own, or any one’s,” Cherry added hurriedly. “I have no difficulties,” said Alvar simply; “I believe you— always—Now, do not talk any longer—rest before you get up.” Cheriton now perceived that the sort of separation that had been pursued with regard to Alvar accounted for much of his indolence and indifference. He recognised how deeply his pride had been wounded by his kindred’s cold reception, and he in a measure understood the sort of loyalty, half- proud, half-faithful, that held him to his own. He found that Alvar had never written a word of complaint of his family home to Seville; he perceived that as time went on he dropped nothing that he had acquired in England, either of dress or speech, attended the English service at the Consulate regularly, even if Cheriton was unable to go, and preferred to be called Mr Lester. Cheriton saw that he intended no one to think that his English residence had been a failure. But there was one phase of this feeling of which even Cheriton had no suspicion. Alvar did not forget that one
  • 20. thing had belonged to him in England, to which Spain offered no parallel. He refused to answer any questions from his grandfather as to his engagement or its breach. He had not been brought up to think that romantic passion was a necessary accompaniment of a marriage engagement, but rather as a thing to be got through first; and it had been with a very quiet appreciation that he had given his hand away at his father’s request. And when Virginia was once his, he was thoroughly contented with her, her rejection had wounded him exceedingly, and now he missed her confiding sweetness increasingly, he felt that a good thing was gone from him, and he would not now have attempted to console Cheriton as he had done at Oakby. But he never spoke of his feelings, and as Cheriton could not think that he had acted rightly by Virginia, the subject was never mentioned between them.
  • 21. Chapter Twenty Nine. El Toro. “The ungentle sport that oft invites The Spanish maid and cheers the Spanish swain.” One of Alvar’s first occupations was to find a lodging for the Stanforths, and for one of the Miss Westons, whom they brought with them, and he succeeded in obtaining a flat in a casa de pupillos or pension, not far from the De la Rosa’s, in a picturesque street, with a pleasant shady sitting-room, where Mr Stanforth could paint. There was a delightful landlady, Señora Catalina, who went to mass with the greatest regularity every morning, but afterwards was ready to spend any part of the day in escorting the ladies wherever they wished to go, only objecting to Gipsy’s dislike to allow her dress to trail on the pavement, a point on which neither could convince the other, Spanish ladies considering the looping of the dress improper, and Gipsy not being able to reconcile herself to the normal condition of the pavements of Seville. Mr Stanforth, however, frequently accompanied them, and they did a vast amount of sight- seeing, in which they were joined by the two Lesters so far as Cheriton’s strength would permit; and as sketching often made Mr Stanforth stationary, Cherry liked to sit by him, enjoying a great deal of discursive talk on things in general, and entering with vivid interest into the novelty and beauty around. Cherry asked a great many more questions about Moorish remains, and ecclesiastical customs, than Alvar was at all able to answer; and as his Spanish improved, endeavoured to pick the brains of every one with whom he came in contact; was so intelligent and so inquisitive about the arrangement of the different churches, that old Padre
  • 22. Tomè, the ladies’ confessor, looked upon him as a possible convert, and though solemnly warned by Alvar never to talk politics with any one, could not always resist teasing him by hovering round the subject. He got on very well with Don Guzman, and listened to a great deal of prosing about the best way of breeding young bulls for the ring, and about all the varieties of game to be found on the old gentleman’s country estate, and soon perceived that he had considerably underrated the sporting capacities of the peninsula. He was not a favourite with Don Manoel, who suspected himself of being laughed at; and though Dona Luisa was very kind to him, he was hardly allowed to exchange a word with the young ladies, and to his great amusement perceived that he was considered likely to follow his father’s example, and make love to them. Little Dolores, however, was less in bondage to propriety, and became very fond of him, making vain endeavours to pronounce “Cherry,” and teaching him a great deal of Spanish. Miss Weston, who was a hearty enthusiastic woman, with rather an overpowering amount of conversation, approved of what she called his spirit of inquiry, and was possibly not insensible to his good looks and winning manners. He did not now shrink from home letters, and indeed spent more time than Alvar thought good for him in replying to Jack’s voluminous disquisitions on his first weeks of Oxford. Alvar thought that he had entirely recovered his spirits, and indeed Cheriton was one whose “mind had a thousand eyes,” and they let in a good deal of surface light, though he was himself well aware of colder, darker depths whose sun had set for ever, and which could only be reached by the slowly penetrating rays of a far intenser light. Though no word of direct confidence ever passed between him and Mr Stanforth, the latter knew perfectly well that mental as well as physical change had been sought in the sunny south. His health improved considerably, though with many ups and downs, he felt
  • 23. fairly well, and did not attempt to try the extent of his powers. He was very anxious not to be a restraint on Alvar’s intercourse with his friends or on his natural occupations; but except that he sometimes went to evening parties which Cheriton avoided, Alvar generally preferred escorting Gipsy and Miss Weston to the tops of all the buildings which Mr Stanforth sketched from below, or into every corner of the Alcazar, and every chapel of the cathedral, both of which places had a wonderful charm for Cheriton. Miss Stanforth was allowed to make friends with Alvar’s cousins. Carmen and Isabel. She had once gone to a fancy ball, dressed in a mantilla, and had been told that she looked “very Spanish,” with her dark eyes and hair; a delusion from which she awoke the first time she saw her new friends dressed for church (they did not wear mantillas often on secular occasions); and great was their amusement at Gipsy’s vain endeavour to give exactly the becoming twist to the black lace, and to flirt her fan in the approved style. Gipsy was a bit of a mimic, but she could not satisfy herself or them. “It is of no use, Miss Stanforth,” said Cheriton, when she complained to him of her difficulties. “Alvar does not like walking out with me in an ‘Ulster’ when the wind is cold, so he endeavoured to teach me to wear one of those marvellous cloaks which they all throw about their shoulders; but I can only get it over my head, and under my feet, and everywhere that it ought not to be.” “Well,” said Alvar, “you would not let me go to Hazelby in my cloak; you said that the little boys would laugh at me.”
  • 24. “But a great coat,” said Cherry, “is a rational kind of garment that can’t look odd anywhere.” “That is as you think,” said Alvar; “but I do not care what you wear, if you like it. You will not certainly look like a Spaniard even in the cloak.” “A great coat,” said Mr Stanforth, “is one of those graceful garments which have commended themselves to all ages. I do not know what early tradition was followed by the inventors of Noah’s Arks in the case of that patriarch—” “Now, Mr Stanforth, that is too hard,” interrupted Cherry. “At least it has pockets.” “So many,” said Alvar, “that what you want is always in another one.” “Alvar, that cloak is your one weakness. You clung to it in England, and you put it on the moment you landed in Spain.” “Cheriton thinks it is a seal-skin,” said Mr Stanforth smiling. “Seal-skin,” said Alvar. “No, it is cloth and silk.” “Did you never hear of the fisherman who married a mermaid, and she lived happily on shore till she fell in with a seal-skin; when she put it on, and, forgetting her husband and children, jumped into the sea, and never came up any more?” “Ah, no!” said Alvar. “It is only that I want Cherry to be comfortable while he is down among the fishes.” “I will take to it some day, for the sake of astonishing Jack,” said Cherry. “But, Alvar, those friends of yours last night
  • 25. were very much interested in my travelling coat, and asked me if it was a Paris fashion. They put it on, and I tried to get Don Manoel into it; but he thought it was a heretical sort of affair.” “Cherry, if you laugh at Manoel, he will think you insult him. He hates Englishmen, and our father especially. He was angry because you gave the jessamine to Isabel—and—we are polite here to each other; but if there is what you call a row, it is worse than when every one is sulky all at once at Oakby.” Cherry looked as if the temptation to provoke this new experience was nearly irresistible; but Alvar continued to Mr Stanforth,— “I am glad that Cherito should laugh once more as he used to do; but my cousin does not understand.” “My dear Alvar, I will content myself with laughing at you; you always understand a joke, don’t you?” “I do not care if I understand or no. When I see you laughing,” said Alvar simply, “that is good.” Something in this speech so touched Cheriton that his laughter softened away into a very doubtful smile, and he changed the subject; but he tried afterwards to propitiate Don Manoel by the most courteous treatment. The Spaniard did not respond, and he perceived that contending elements were discordant in Seville as well as in England. Carmen and Isabel found novelty less distasteful. It is true that they thought Gipsy’s free intercourse with their cousin Alvar and with the English stranger shocking; but they preferred them to any other subject of conversation, and Isabel in particular made quite a romance of the incident of
  • 26. the Cape Jessamine, and how Don Cherito had looked at her when he gave it to her. “But why shouldn’t he pick a bit of jessamine for you, if you couldn’t reach it for yourself?” asked Gipsy. “Oh, Manoel said it was an attention.” “Oh dear no,” said Gipsy, rather cruelly, “we shouldn’t think anything of it in England. Don Manoel needn’t be afraid.” “Oh, but Manoel is terrible. He swore before Don Cherito came that he would poniard us if we, like our Aunt Maria, listened to a heretic, a stranger. For Don Giraldo was a wild wicked Englishman, but beautiful in the extreme; they have no religion, and no morals.” “Isabel!” “Ah, I tell you what Manoel says. He came, he pretended an accident, and then Dona Maria married him. Now, he says it is the same with Don Cherito. An illness—” “Any one can see that Cheriton Lester is really ill, at any rate.” “Well—Manoel was angry with my grandfather for letting him come, and he has told Alvar that it should be death before such a marriage. Alvar told him he knew nothing of his English brother, who loved an English lady. But Manoel says that what happened once might again happen.” “Isabel,” said her sister, “it is wrong to talk of this. If Zingara repeats it, there will be a quarrel.” “I shall not repeat it,” said Gipsy; “but it is all nonsense, I assure you.”
  • 27. “Ah,” said Isabel, “Manoel knows not. He knows not that I love one whom I have seen at mass, though I know not his name. But with my fan I can show him—” “Isabel!” again said the grave Carmen; while Gipsy, who was far too well bred and well brought up to have made signs in church with anything, thought that “mass” and “a signal with a fan” sounded interesting, and that what would have been highly unladylike at home was rather romantic in Seville. On their side, Carmen and Isabel thought Gipsy hardly used in being kept away from the bull-fights, though she was too loyal to her nationality to express any wish to see them. Don Manoel was a great lover of the ring, and as certain young bulls from Don Guzman’s estate were to be brought forward at the last corrida of the season, there was a great desire that the Englishmen should be present. Mr Stanforth intended to avail himself of the chance of seeing such a spectacle, and Cheriton, Don Guzman said, might see one contest, and go away before the other bulls were brought forward, if he found the fatigue too much for him. They would get seats on the shady side of the bull-ring, the great amphitheatre said to be capable of holding ten thousand spectators. Cheriton, who went against Alvar’s wish, did not stay for the end, and Mr Stanforth went to see if he had repented of the rather perverse desire to prove himself capable of enduring the spectacle. He found him, still full of excitement, resting on a sofa in the patio; while Alvar sat near him, smoking, and looking cool and bored, as if the bull-fight had been a croquet party.
  • 28. Mr Stanforth’s entrance was rather inopportune, for Cherry was still too full of his impressions not to talk of them, and, in answer to Mr Stanforth’s question, said eagerly,— “Oh, the heat has tired me—that is nothing. But it made one feel like a fiend. I felt all the fascination of it—even the horror had a dreadful sort of attraction. I could not have come away if Alvar had not pulled me out when I was too dizzy to resist him.” “Very unwholesome fascination,” said Mr Stanforth. “Unwholesome! I should think so! It is abominable that such things should be. I tell Alvar that in his place I never would encourage an appeal to the worst passions of human nature.” “Well, you would go, mi caro. I told you you would not like it,” said Alvar coolly. “You should set an example of indignation!” “I? I do not care what they do to amuse themselves. It does not interest me, as much, I think, as it did you, my brother.” “No,” said Cherry slowly, “I understand a good many things by this. I should be as bad as any of them. But when a country encourages and allows such ‘amusements,’ when women look on and like it, one cannot wonder at Spanish cruelties. It appeals to everything that is bad in one.” “You insult my country and your hosts! Don Cherito, such language is unpardonable!” exclaimed an unexpected voice; and Don Manoel came suddenly forward from one of the curtained doorways, close at hand. “What right have you, señor, to speak of our ancient customs in terms like these?”
  • 29. “I beg your pardon,” said Cheriton, after a moment’s pause of amazement, “if I have said anything to annoy you; but—I was not aware that you were present. I was speaking to my brother.” “Would you insinuate that I disguised my presence?” cried the Spaniard, with real rage in his tones, and a determination to show it. Then Alvar fired up with the sudden passion that had always startled his English kindred. “How dare you so address my brother! He shall say what he chooses!” “He shall not—nor you either! You call yourself Spaniard— Andaluz—you claim rights in Seville, and listen with complacence to the cowardly scruples—” Here Alvar broke in with much too rapid Spanish for the Englishmen to follow, interrupted as it was by Manoel’s rejoinder, and by furious gestures as if the disputants were going to fly at each other’s throats, while Mr Stanforth’s mild attempts at interposing with—“Come—come now; what nonsense! What is all this about?” were entirely unheard. Meanwhile, Cheriton’s previous excitement cooled down completely. He got up from the sofa, and stepped between them, laying his hand on Alvar’s arm. “Excuse me, Alvar,” he said, in his slow, careful Spanish, “this seems to be my affair. Señor Don Manoel, will you have the goodness to tell me why you are offended with me?” “He called you a coward—you, my brother!”
  • 30. “My dear fellow, be quiet, don’t be an ass.” (This in English for Alvar’s benefit.) “Would you tell me what has provoked you?” “Señor Don Cherito,” said Manoel, forced to answer civilly by Cheriton’s coolness—“first, did you mean to insinuate that I listened to your conversation with my cousin?” “By no means,” said Cherry. “I merely meant to say that I had not seen you.” “Then I ask you, señor, to repeat or to withdraw the remarks you made about the bull-fight,” said Don Manoel, with the air of delivering an ultimatum. “He will not withdraw them!” cried Alvar. “He is no coward!” “I hope,” said Cheriton, “I did nothing to offend. Were I in Don Manoel’s place I should feel, I am sure, as he does. I, too, am attached to the customs of my country. It is no doubt difficult for a stranger to judge. If I said the sport was cruel, I did not for a moment mean to imply that—that— those who see it must be cruel. Excuse my bad Spanish. I cannot express myself, but—pray let us shake hands.” He smiled, and held out his hand. “Well, señor, you are Don Guzman de la Rosa’s guest. If this is meant for an apology—” “For having offended you—yes. Being Don Guzman’s guest, I could not quarrel with his nephew.” “I accept, the apology,” said Don Manoel, with much solemnity, and accepting Cherry’s hand. “But,” said Alvar, “you applied an expression to my brother.”
  • 31. “Oh, nonsense, Alvar; you know we never think of ‘expressions’ when we are angry; and I’m not aware of having had any opportunity of showing either cowardice or courage.” “H’m,” said Mr Stanforth, in English, “a tolerably cool head, I think.” Don Manoel, who appeared to have made up his mind to be magnanimous, remarked that his expression had been used too hastily to a stranger; but that a true Spaniard would look on any scene with equanimity. Cherry’s lip curved a little, as if he thought this a doubtful advantage; but he answered with a laugh,— “I am a stranger, señor; and besides, I was fatigued.” “Ah,” said Manoel, “that amounts to an entire excuse. The expression is withdrawn.” And with a profound bow to Cheriton, he went away, and Cherry burst out laughing. “What in the world did all that mean?” he said. “Did I really offend his national pride by turning sick at the dying horses?” “That is not all,” said Alvar hurriedly; “he hates the English and us all; he would like to kill me.” “Ah, ha, Alvar, it is my turn to talk about ‘excitement’ now.” “Well, I do not understand you. When you came home you could not be still; you seemed crazy. And now, when any gentleman would be enraged, you laugh.”
  • 32. “Oh, I hate quarrels. And besides,” shrugging his shoulders, “why in the world should I care for such mock-heroics as that?” “Ah, Cherry,” said Mr Stanforth, “there spoke the very essence of English scorn.” Cheriton coloured. “True,” he said, candidly, “Don Manoel had a right to be angry with me, after all. But I don’t mean it. I dare say he isn’t half a bad fellow.” “Ah, you are coughing. You will be tired out; and I am sure that you will not sleep,” said Alvar. “Come, you shall not talk any more about anything.” “Very wise advice,” said Mr Stanforth, “especially as Gipsy has persuaded the whole party to come to-morrow to see my sketches, and drink English ‘afternoon tea.’ So rest now in preparation.” Cheriton paid for his day’s work by a bad night and much weariness. Don Manoel made very polite inquiries after him; but there was something in the atmosphere that, to quote Alvar, Cherry “did not understand.”
  • 33. Chapter Thirty. Nettie at Bay. “A child, and vain.” After the departure of the travellers, a period of exceeding flatness and dulness settled down on Oakby and its neighbourhood. The weather was dismal, one or two other neighbouring families were away, and no one thought it worth while to do anything. Jack had refused a congenial invitation, and conscientiously stayed at home “to make it cheerful,” until he went up to Oxford; but, though he was too well conducted and successful not to be a satisfactory son, he and his father were not congenial, and never could think of anything to say to each other. He had outgrown companionship with Bob, and did not now get on very well with him; while Nettie was never sociable with any one but her twin. Mrs Lester, though very attentive to her son’s dinners and other comforts, did not trouble herself much about the boys, and moreover did not possess the comfortable characteristic common to most elderly ladies— of being often to be found in one place. As Jack expressed it to himself, “no one was ever anywhere;” and prone as he was to look on the dark side of things, the thought that this was what home would be without Cherry, was perpetually before his mind. He did not like to go to Elderthwaite, and saw nothing of its inhabitants till one misty day early in October, as he was walking through the lanes with Rolla and Buffer at his heels, he came suddenly upon Virginia, leaning over a stile, and looking, not at the view, for there was none, but at the mist and the distant rain. Her figure, in its long waterproof cloak, under an arch of brown and yellow hazel boughs, had an indescribably forlorn aspect; but Jack,
  • 34. awkward fellow, was conscious of nothing but a sense of embarrassment and doubt what to say. She started and coloured up, but with greater self-possession spoke to him, and held out her hand. “How d’ye do?” said Jack. “Down, Buffer, you’re all over mud.” “Oh, never mind, I don’t care, dear little fellow!” exclaimed Virginia, who would have hugged Buffer, mud and all, but for very shame. “I did not know you were at home, Jack.” “Yes, but I’m going to Oxford next week.” “And—and you have good accounts of Cherry?” “Yes, pretty good, better than at first. He says that he looks better, and does not cough so much, and he likes it,—so he says, at least,” replied Jack, who, conceiving that propriety precluded the mention of Alvar’s name, found his personal pronouns puzzling. “I am very glad,” said Virginia softly. “Yes, I suppose they are at Seville by this time; they stayed at San José till Cherry was stronger. Al—he—they thought it best.” “Your eldest brother would be very careful of him, I am sure,” said Virginia, with a gentle dignity that reassured Jack, though she blushed deeply. “Yes,” he said more freely, “and they have made some friends; Mr Stanforth, the artist, you know, and his daughter; they’re very nice people, and they have been learning Spanish together. He writes in very good spirits,”
  • 35. concluded Jack viciously, and referring to Cherry, though poor Virginia’s imagination supplied another antecedent. “I am glad to hear it,” she said. “I met that Miss Stanforth once. She was a pretty, dark-eyed child then. Good-bye, Jack, I am going soon to stay with my cousin Ruth.” “Good-bye,” said Jack, with a scowl which she could not account for. “I hope you’ll enjoy yourself.” “Good-bye; good-bye, Buffer.” Jack took his way home through the wet shrubberies. He felt sorry for Virginia, whom he regarded as injured by Alvar, but he thought that she ought to be angry with Ruth, never supposing that the latter’s delinquencies were unknown to her. As he walked on he passed by a cart shed belonging to a small farm of his father’s above which was a hay loft, reached by a step ladder, to the foot of which Buffer and Rolla both rushed, barking rapturously, and trying to get up the ladder. “Hullo! what’s up?—rats, I suppose,” thought Jack; and mounting two or three steps of the very rickety ladder, he looked into the loft, his chin on a level with the floor. Suddenly a blinding heap of hay was flung over his head; there was a scuffle and a rush, and Jack freed himself from the hay to find his head in Nettie’s very vigorous embrace; and to see Dick Seyton swing himself down from the window of the loft and run away. “Stop, I say. Nettie, let go, what are you doing here? Dick, stop, I say,” cried Jack, scrambling up the ladder and rushing to the window; but Dick had vanished.
  • 36. “Don’t stamp, Jack, you’ll come through; you should have run after him,” said Nettie saucily. Jack turned, but caught his foot in a hole and fell headlong into the hay, while Nettie sat and laughed at him, and the dogs howled at the foot of the ladder. Jack picked himself up cautiously, and sitting down on the hay, for there was hardly room for him to stand upright, said severely,— “Now, Nettie, what is the meaning of this?” “The meaning of what?” “Of your being here with Dick. I told you in the summer that I didn’t approve of your being so friendly with him, and now I insist on knowing at once what you were doing with him.” “Well, then, I shan’t tell you,” said Nettie coolly. “I say you shall. I couldn’t have believed that my sister would be so unladylike. Just tell me how often you have met him, and what you were doing here?” “It’s no business of yours,” said Nettie, making a sudden rush at the ladder; but Jack caught her, and a struggle ensued, in which of course he had the upper hand, though she was strong enough to make a considerable resistance; and he felt the absurdity of fighting with her as if she were a naughty child, when her offence was of such a nature. “Now, Nettie,” he said, in a tone that she could not resist. “Stop this nonsense. I mean to have an answer. What has induced you to meet Dick Seyton in secret, and how often have you done so? You can’t deny that you have.”
  • 37. “No,” said Nettie, “I have, often, and I shall ever so many times more.” “I couldn’t have believed it of you, Nettie,” said Jack, so seriously and so mildly that Nettie looked quite frightened, and then exclaimed,— “Jack, if you dare to venture to think that I meet Dick that we may make love to each other, or any nonsense of that kind, I’ll—I’ll kill you—I’ll never speak to you again, never!” “Why—why what else can I think?” said Jack, blushing, and by far the more shamefaced of the two. “Well, then, it’s abominable and shameful of you. Do you think I would be so horrid? As if I ever meant to marry any one. I shall live with Bob.” “Don’t be so violent, Nettie. You have acted very deceitfully.” “Deceitfully! Do you think I’d tell you a story?” As Nettie had never been known to “tell a story” in her life, Jack could not say that he thought she would; but he replied,— “You have acted deceitfully. You have run after Dick when we all thought you were somewhere else, and—there’s no use in being in a passion—but what do you suppose any one would think of a girl who behaved in such a manner?” Nettie blushed, but answered,— “I can’t help what any one thinks, Jack. I know I’m right, and I must go on doing it.”
  • 38. “Indeed you won’t,” said Jack angrily; “for unless you promise never to meet him any more, I shall tell father at once that I found you here. What do you think Cherry would say to you?” “Cherry would say I was perfectly right, and would do exactly the same thing himself,” said Nettie, triumphantly. “I am not doing any harm; and I must go on. I can’t tell you why I am doing it, because I promised not, and I’ll do it nearer home if you like it better. Bob and I quarrelled about it many a time, he knows.” “Oh, he knows, does he? What a fool he must have been to let you do it.” “He won’t tell of me,” said Nettie, “and he never did let me when he was at home. But I am not a silly, horrid girl, Jack, whatever you think; and I’m not flirting with Dick, nor—nor —engaged to him; and when—when—it’s right, I don’t mind people thinking so!” But this speech ended in a flood of tears, as poor Nettie’s latent maidenliness began to assert itself. “And pray,” said Jack, “does Dick come after you because it’s right?” “No—no,” sobbed Nettie; “because I make him.” “And how can you make him, I should like to know?” Nettie made no answer but renewed tears. At last she sobbed out, “Oh, Jack, Jack, I wish you were Cherry!” “I wish I were with all my heart,” said Jack. “Would you tell me if I were Cherry?”
  • 39. “No; but I know he would be kind, and not think me horrid.” “Well, Nettie, I’ll try to be kind; but you frighten me by all this. Now just listen. I believe I ought to tell father directly.” “Oh, Jack! dear Jack! Don’t, don’t—it would be dreadful! Don’t you believe me?” “Yes,” said Jack, “I believe you; but how do I know about a young scamp like Dick? You tell me the whole truth, and then I can judge, or I shall tell my father this moment. You’re my sister, and I shall take care of you. You’ve done a thing that may be told against you all your life, and nothing can make it right, say what you will.” “But I can’t tell you, Jack; I’ve promised.” “Well, then, I shall have it out first with Dick.” “Oh, Jack, everything will be undone then!” “And pray, if you don’t care about him, why does it matter to you so much about him?” “Indeed—indeed, Jack, I’m not in love with him in the least. I never was with anybody, and I never mean to be,” said Nettie, fixing her great blue eyes full on Jack, and speaking with convincing eagerness. “And how about him?” said Jack crossly. “No, it’s nothing to do with it,” said Nettie; but the tone of her voice altered a little, and Jack had a sort of feeling that there was more in the matter than she herself knew, for he never thought of disbelieving her. “Will you tell, and will you promise?” he said.
  • 40. “No, I won’t,” said Nettie. “Then you are a very naughty, disobedient girl, and you shall come home with me this minute.” “I hate you, Jack. I’ll never forgive you,” said Nettie passionately, as she followed him; and all the way home she sobbed and pouted, with an intolerable sense of shame, while Jack, utterly puzzled, walked by her side, a desire to horsewhip Dick Seyton contending in his mind with a dread of making a row. They came in by the back-door, and Nettie rushed upstairs at once; while Jack, virtuous and resolute, went into the study. Resolute as the girl was, she listened trembling, till her father’s loud call of “Nettie, Nettie, come here this moment!” brought her down to the study, where were her father, her grandmother, and Jack. “Eh, what’s all this, Nettie?” said Mr Lester. “I can’t have you running about the country with young Seyton. What’s the meaning of it?” “Papa,” said Nettie, “I haven’t run about the country. Dick and I have got a secret; it’s a very good secret.” “Well, what is it, then?” said her father. “I don’t mean to tell. I never tell secrets,” said Nettie, with determination. “We have had it a long time.” “My dear,” said Mr Lester, much more mildly than he would have spoken to any of his boys, “I must put an end to it. You have been running wild with your brothers till you
  • 41. forget how big a girl you are getting. Never go out with Dick again by yourself—do you hear?” Nettie made no answer, and her father continued, more sternly,— “I am sorry, Nettie, that you did not know better how to behave. Never let me hear of such a thing again.” Still silence; and Jack said,— “She won’t promise. I shall see what Dick says about it.” “Then you’ll just do nothing of the sort, Jack,” said his grandmother, “making mountains out of mole-hills. Nettie is going to London to stay with her aunt Cheriton, and have some music and French lessons with Dolly and Kate. I’d settled it all this morning. She doesn’t attend enough to her studies here. You’ll take her up when you go to Oxford, and there’ll be an end of the matter.” “Yes, yes,” said Mr Lester. “Grandmamma and I were talking it over just now.” “Not that it is on account of your remarks, Jack,” said Mrs Lester. “That would be making far too much of her foolish behaviour; but in London she’ll learn better.” “To be sure,” said Mr Lester, who had been stopped on his way out riding by Jack’s appeal, and was now glad to escape from an unpleasant discussion. “Nettie will come back at Christmas, and we shall hear no more of such childish tricks.” Nettie looked like a statue, and never spoke a word; but there was a look of fright through all her sullenness. Jack was not accustomed to think much of her appearance, but
  • 42. he knew as a matter of fact that she was handsome, and it struck him forcibly that she looked “grown-up.” “You’ve done more harm than you know,” she said; “but I will not tell, and I will not promise.” And with a sort of dignity in her air, she walked out of the room. “What does she mean?” said Jack. “Never you mind,” said his grandmother, “and don’t you raise the countryside on her by saying a word to Dick or any one. Hold your tongue, and be thankful. The Seytons are the plague of the place, and we’ll ask them all to dinner before Nettie goes, Dick included.” “Ask them to dinner?” said Jack. “Yes; we’ll have no talk of a quarrel. And besides, your father finds that people are apt to think that it was Virginia’s fault that your half-brother left her in the lurch; and that’s not so, though she is a Seyton.” “No, indeed!” “So my son means to have a dinner-party, and to show that we are all good friends, and pay them proper attention. A bad lot they are; there’s not one of them to be trusted.” “But, Granny,” said Jack anxiously, “what do you think about Nettie? What secret can she have?” “Eh, I can’t tell. He may be getting her a puppy or a creature of some kind; but Nettie’s secret may be one and Dick’s another. I always blamed Cherry for encouraging the Seytons about the place.”
  • 43. “Poor Cherry!” muttered Jack to himself, with a great longing to throw the burden of his difficulty on to Cherry’s shoulders. Nettie remained sullen and impenetrable. She treated Jack with an intense resentment that vexed him more than he could have supposed. Neither her father nor her grandmother asked her any questions; but she was watched, though not palpably in disgrace, and she suffered from an agony of shame and of self-reproach which contended strangely with the motive that in her view justified the stolen meetings. Whether her womanly instincts, roughly awakened, justified the warnings given her, or whether, she merely resented the unjust suspicion, she herself scarcely knew, and not for worlds would she have explained her feelings. The dread of giving an advantage, the intense sulky self-respect that leads to an exaggeration of reserve and false shame, was in her nature as in that of all the Lesters, and if Cheriton had been present she could not probably have uttered a word to him. Being absent, she could venture to soften at the thought of him, and cried for him many a time in secret.
  • 44. Chapter Thirty One. Broken Links. “Love is made a vague regret.” Virginia, when she parted from Jack, walked slowly homewards through the mist and the falling leaves, and thought of the bloom and the brightness of that fair Seville which she had so often pictured to herself. How happy the two brothers would be there together, among all the surroundings which she had heard described so often! Alvar would never think of her. “At least, I should have had letters from him if I had not sent him away,” she thought; and though she did not regret the parting in the sense of blaming herself for it, she felt in her utter desolation as if she had rather have had her lover cold and indifferent than not have him at all. For life was so dreary, home so wretched, and Virginia could not mend it. Indeed in many ways a less high-minded girl with stronger spirits and more tact might have been far more useful there. Virginia held her tongue resolutely; but she could not shut her eyes. She had lost her bearings, and could not possibly understand the proportion of things. Thus even in her inmost soul she never blamed her father for his life-long extravagance, for the vague stories of his dissipated youth—these things were not for her to judge; but the conversation, which he intended to be perfectly fit for her ears, was full of small prejudices, small injustices, and trifles taken for granted that grated on her every hour. She tried very hard to be gentle and pleasant to her aunt; but she could not bring herself, as Ruth could, to laugh at scandalous stories, old or new, or even to think herself right
  • 45. in listening to them. And though her father and aunt so far as they knew how, respected her innocence, the latter only laughed at the ignorance that thought one thing as bad as another. For there were virtues, or at least self-denials in their lives, for which, with all her love and with all her charity, she could not possibly credit them. It was something that Mr Seyton had pulled through without utterly succumbing to debt and difficulty, it was something that when writhing under an injury which she never forgot or forgave, his sister stuck to him and kept things as straight as they were. It was a godless, idle, aimless household, above stairs and below; but it was not a scandalous one, and, with all the antecedents, it easily might have been. But the obvious outcome of this hard narrow life was a deadness to all outer or higher interests, an ignorance of the ordinary views of society, and of modern forms of thought never attained save by selfish people, an absence of restraint of temper, a delight in utter littleness, which were intensely wearying. Higher principles would have made life more interesting if nothing more. The narrowest form of belief in religion and goodness would have given a wider outlook. Virginia was sick to death of tales of little local incidents spiced with ill-nature, or incessant complaints of someone’s ill-behaviour about a fence or a cow. If she had lived at Oakby she would have heard a good deal of the same sort of thing; but there there would have been something else to fall back on, and she would not have heard small triumphs over small overreaching, which Mr Seyton did not mix enough with his kind to hear commented on. Virginia used to wonder if she would grow like her aunt, her life was so empty. All her young-lady interests, the essay and drawing clubs, the correspondence and the art needlework, with which like other girls she had amused herself, had languished entirely during her engagement,
  • 46. and she did not care to resume them. She would have liked to be a resource to Dick; but she was not used to boys, and had not much faculty for amusing them, and Dick did not care for her. Her Sunday class tired her, and were naughty because her teaching was languid; the children by no means offering the consolations to her depression which they are sometimes represented as doing in fiction. The Ellesmeres, who were always kind to her, were away for their annual holiday, and the library books for which she subscribed, and which might have amused her, could never, by any chance be fetched from the station when she wanted them. Her uncle showed his sympathy by scolding her roundly for fretting for a black-eyed foreigner, till she was almost too angry to speak to him. Under all these circumstances Ruth’s urgent invitation had been welcome, and as she received others from her friends at Littleton, she resolved to go and try to pick up the threads that Alvar had broken. Soon after she parted with Jack she met the Parson, and told him what she knew would be welcome news, that Cherry was better. “Ay,” said Mr Seyton, “Jack brought me a message from him that he would write me an account of a bull-fight. Wonder he’s not ashamed to go near one. Cruel, unmanly sport— disgraceful!” “Well, uncle,” said Virginia, “I think you ought to be pleased that Cherry is well enough to go.” “Eh? I’ll ask him if he’ll come and see a cock-fight when he comes home. Plenty of ’em here—round the corner. So you’re going to London to get a little colour in your cheeks, I think it’s time.”
  • 47. “Yes, uncle; Mrs Clement will teach the children while I’m away.” “Very well, and tell Miss Ruth she was blind of one eye when she made her choice, but I can see out of both.” “Uncle, I shouldn’t think of telling her such a thing. What do you mean?” “Never mind, she’ll understand me. Good-bye, my dear, and never mind the Frenchman.” Virginia smiled, but she could not turn her thoughts away, not merely from Alvar, but from her life without him. Fain would she have refused the invitation which soon arrived to a solemn dinner-party at Oakby; but it had been accompanied by a hint from Mr Lester to her aunt which caused the latter to insist on accepting it, and they went accordingly to meet Sir John and Lady Hubbard, and one or two other neighbours. Mr Lester was markedly polite to Virginia. Mrs Lester wore her best black velvet, and a certain diamond brooch, only produced on occasions of state. Jack looked proper, silent, and bored. Every one wished to ask after the universally popular Cheriton, but felt that Alvar was an awkward subject of conversation, so that the adventures of the travellers could not be used to enliven the dulness. Nettie did not of course appear at dinner, and afterwards sat in a corner of the drawing-room in her white muslin, apparently determined not to open her mouth. Dick strolled up to her when the gentlemen came in, and was instantly followed by Jack, who stood by her silent and frowning. Nettie looked up under her eyebrows, and said, “Dick, I am going to London.” “So I hear,” said Dick, with a smile and a slight shrug. “I hate it, but I can’t help it. You go on.”
  • 48. Dick smiled again and nodded, and then looked at Jack with an air of secret amusement, indescribably provoking. “All right,” he said, but he turned away and made no further demonstration; and Mrs Lester desired Nettie to show Miss Hubbard “Views on the Rhine,” a very handsome book reserved for occasions of unusual dulness. Altogether the evening did not raise Virginia’s spirits, and she was half inclined to resent the special kindness shown to her by Mr Lester, as implying blame to his absent son. It was a wonderful change of scene and circumstance, when she found herself, some few days later, sitting in Lady Charlton’s pleasant London drawing-room, full of books, work, plants, and pretty things, with Ruth, bright-eyed and blooming, sitting on the rug at her feet, ready for a confidential chatter. She was to be married directly after Christmas, she told Virginia. Rupert did not mean to sell out of the army; she did not at all dislike the notion of moving about for a few years, and now the regiment was at Aldershot she could see Rupert often while she remained in London to get her things. “And, Queenie, you must choose the dresses for the bridesmaids. Grandmamma will have a gay wedding. I think it will be a great bore.” “Your bridesmaids ought to wear something warm and gay and bright, like yourself, Ruthie. Are you going to ask Nettie Lester?” “Oh, no!” said Ruth hurriedly. “Why should I?” “She is Rupert’s cousin, and she is so handsome.”
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