THE ADVENTURES OF HARRY RICHMOND

By George Meredith



BOOK 3.

XV. WE ARE ACCOSTED BY A BEAUTIFUL LITTLE LADY IN THE FOREST
XVI. THE STATUE ON THE PROMONTORY
XVII. MY FATHER BREATHES, MOVES, AND SPEAKS
XVIII. WE PASS A DELIGHTFUL EVENING, AND I HAVE A MORNING VISION
XIX. OUR RETURN HOMEWARD
XX. NEWS OF A FRESH CONQUEST OF MY FATHER'S
XXI. A PROMENADE IN BATH
XXII. CONCLUSION OF THE BATH EPISODE



CHAPTER XV

WE ARE ACCOSTED BY A BEAUTIFUL LITTLE LADY IN THE FOREST

Bowls of hot coffee and milk, with white rolls of bread to dip in them,
refreshed us at a forest inn. For some minutes after the meal Temple and
I talked like interchangeing puffs of steam, but soon subsided to our
staring fit. The pipes were lit again. What we heard sounded like a
language of the rocks and caves, and roots plucked up, a language of
gluttons feasting; the word ja was like a door always on the hinge in
every mouth. Dumpy children, bulky men, compressed old women with baked