Hugo: A Fantasia on Modern Themes

ecurred to Hugo's mind during the next few weeks. And their futility exasperated him. He had decided to win Camilla, and therefore Camilla was as good as won! Only, she had been married on the ve

mony before the bride's consent had been obtained-unless, indeed, Camilla had garbled

rought the news ho

to Mr. Tudor's flat, where Senio

ng that his wife had left her employment without due notice, and en

by the two-twenty Folkstone-Boulogne service from

remained anything else to be done in the affair, fa

o had sai

tance, such as ten minutes spent in a registry-office, will sometimes outweigh

on or in Paris, civilized

mparable beauty and the distinguished spirit which had escaped his passionate grasp. And t

three thousand five hundred people, perspiring under his glance and under the sun of a London August, knew exactly the reason why. The intense dramatic and sentimental i

. He knew that with all the sun-glare of that season, and the water doubtless running a great deal too fine, he would be as likely to catch trout on Dartmoor as on the Th

Simon never entrusted his master to other hands-lay on the roof of the coupé. Simon, anxiously looking at his watch, chatted with the driver. H

icle, and Simon banged the door and sprang on to the box, and they seemed

pulled his lever, Albert Shawn came frantically into the scene from

ispered, as he put hi

, my

ey've turned up again at th

turned u

Some of 'em. And there's

Whose fune

ust run along to let you know how far I've got. Not that y

demanded, thinking to himself: 'I

know,

ly the or

ge; day after to-morrow; parties making the

rters see who arrived a

nows enough to

e a funeral without a coffin, and no porter

wind of any

s all you'

ow. But I can wire you to-night or

e of porters at Waterloo Station in August, and invented several other plaus

y train,' he said, pre

mon, the govern

box for confirmation, a f

e taken upstairs

hours in the dome

ock Albert w

, sir,' he said, 'fr

s the limit

in the morning he switched on all the lights, rose out of bed, and walked aimlessly about the chamber. Something, some morbid impulse, prompted him to take up the General Catalogue, which lay next t

h robe, etc.... All necessary service.... A hearse (or open car, as preferred) and four horses, three mourning coaches, with two horses each. Coachmen and attendants in mourning, with gloves. Superintendent, ￡38.... Estimates for cremation on application.... Bro

row-he, Hugo, undertaker, with his reverent at

d Simon Shawn sprang out from his lair, and stopped at the sight o

a book. Go to sleep. Perhaps we may rea

thized w

s,

roof; it might calm his nerves.... Foolis

ious pages, his eye encountered a sentence in italics: 'Wisdome

' he m

ed, and