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She opened it. It was written in pencil. Then it had been Walter. She rang up the Colonial Secretary's Office at once and asked for Charlie. She told him what she had just learned. There was a pause before he answered. I'm afraid I can't talk to you now. My advice to you is to sit tight. She put down the receiver. She understood that he was not alone and she was impatient with his business.

She sat down again, at a desk, and resting her face in her hands sought to think out the situation. Of course Walter might merely have thought she was sleeping: She tried to remember if they had been talking.

Certainly they had not been talking loud. And there was the hat. It was maddening of Charlie to have left it downstairs. But it was no use blaming him for that, it was natural enough, and there was nothing to tell that Walter had noticed it.

He was probably in a hurry and had just left the book and the note on his way to some appointment connected with his work. The strange thing was that he should have tried the door and then the two windows. If he thought she was asleep it was unlike him to disturb her.

What a fool she had been! She shook herself a little and again she felt that sweet pain in her heart which she always felt when she thought of Charlie. It had been worth it. He had said that he would stand by her, and if the worse came to the worst, well Let Walter kick up a row if he chose. She had Charlie; what did she care? Perhaps it would be the best thing for him to know. She had never cared for Walter and since she had loved Charlie Townsend it had irked and bored her to submit to her husband's caresses.

She wanted to have nothing more to do with him. She didn't see how he could prove anything. If he accused her she would deny, and if it came to pass that she could deny no longer, well, she would fling the truth in his teeth, and he could do what he chose. Within three months of her marriage she knew that she had made a mistake; but it had been her mother's fault even more than hers.

There was a photograph of her mother in the room and Kitty's harassed eyes fell on it. She did not know why she kept it there, for she was not very fond of her mother; there was one of her father too, but that was downstairs on the grand piano. It had been done when he took silk and it represented him in wig and gown. Even they could not make him imposing; he was a little, wizened man, with tired eyes, a long upper lip, and a thin mouth: It was on this account, for as a rule the downturned corners of his mouth and the dejection of his eyes gave him an air of mild depression, that Mrs.

Garstin, thinking it made him look judicial, had chosen it from among the proofs. But her own photograph showed her in the dress in which she had gone to Court when her husband was made a King's Counsel. She was very grand in the velvet gown, the long train so disposed as to show to advantage, with feathers in her hair and flowers in her hand.

She held herself erect. She was a woman of fifty, thin and flat-chested, with prominent cheek-bones and a large, well-shaped nose. She had a great quantity of very smooth black hair and Kitty had always suspected that, if not dyed, it was at least touched up.

Her fine black eyes were never still and this was the most noticeable thing about her; for when she was talking to you it was disconcerting to see those restless eyes in that impassive, unlined and yellow face. They moved from one part of you to another, to other persons in the room, and then back to you; you felt that she was criticising you, summing you up, watchful meanwhile of all that went on around her, and that the words she spoke had no connection with her thoughts.

Garstin was a hard, cruel, managing, ambitious, parsimonious and stupid woman. She was the daughter, one of five, of a solicitor in Liverpool and Bernard Garstin had met her when he was on the Northern Circuit.

He had seemed then a young man of promise and her father said he would go far. He hadn't. He was painstaking, industrious and capable, but he had not the will to advance himself.

Garstin despised him. But she recognised, though with bitterness, that she could only achieve success through him, and she set herself to drive him on the way she desired to go. She nagged him without mercy. She discovered that if she wanted him to do something which his sensitiveness revolted against she had only to give him no peace and eventually, exhausted, he would yield. On her side she set herself to cultivate the people who might be useful. She flattered the solicitors who would send her husband briefs and was familiar with their wives.

She was obsequious to the judges and their ladies. She made much of promising politicians. In twenty-five years Mrs. Garstin never invited any one to dine at her house because she liked him.

She gave large dinner parties at regular intervals. But parsimony was as strong in her as ambition. She hated to spend money. She flattered herself that she could make as much show as any one else at half the price. Her dinners were long and elaborate, but thrifty, and she could never persuade herself that people when they were eating and talking knew what they drank.

She wrapped sparkling Moselle in a napkin and thought her guests took it for champagne. Bernard Garstin had a fair, though not a large practice. Men who had been called after him had long outstripped him. Garstin made him stand for Parliament. The expense of the election was borne by the party, but here again her parsimony balked her ambition, and she could not bring herself to spend enough money to nurse the constituency.

The subscriptions Bernard Garstin made to the innumerable funds a candidate is expected to contribute to, were always just a little less than adequate. He was beaten. Though it would have pleased Mrs. Garstin to be a member's wife she bore her disappointment with fortitude.

The fact of her husband's standing had brought her in contact with a number of prominent persons and she appreciated the addition to her social consequence. She knew that Bernard would never make his mark in the House.

She wanted him to be a member only that he might have a claim on the gratitude of his party and surely to fight two or three losing seats would give him that. But he was still a junior and many younger men than he had already taken silk. It was necessary that he should too, not only because otherwise he could scarcely hope to be made a judge, but on her account also: But here she encountered in her husband an obstinacy which she had not for years been accustomed to.

He was afraid that as a K. A bird in the hand was worth two in the bush, he told her, to which she retorted that a proverb was the last refuge of the mentally destitute. He suggested to her the possibility that his income would be halved and he knew that there was no argument which could have greater weight with her. She would not listen.

She called him pusillanimous. She gave him no peace and at last, as always, he yielded. He applied for silk and it was promptly awarded him. His misgivings were justified. He made no headway as a leader and his briefs were few. But he concealed any disappointment he may have felt, and if he reproached his wife it was in his heart.

He grew perhaps a little more silent, but he had always been silent at home, and no one in his family noticed a change in him. His daughters had never looked upon him as anything but a source of income; it had always seemed perfectly natural that he should lead a dog's life in order to provide them with board and lodging, clothes, holiday and money for odds and ends; and now, understanding that through his fault money was less plentiful, the indifference they had felt for him was tinged with an exasperated contempt.

It never occurred to them to ask themselves what were the feelings of the subdued little man who went out early in the morning and came home at night only in time to dress for dinner.

He was a stranger to them, but because he was their father they took it for granted that he should love and cherish them. But there was a quality of courage in Mrs. Garstin which in itself was admirable.

She let no one in her immediate circle, which to her was the world, see how mortified she was by the frustration of her hopes. She made no change in her style of living. By careful management she was able to give as showy dinners as she had done before, and she met her friends with the same bright gaiety which she had so long cultivated. She had a hard and facile fund of chit-chat which in the society she moved in passed for conversation. She was a useful guest among persons to whom small talk did not come easily, for she was never at a loss with a new topic and could be trusted immediately to break an awkward silence with a suitable observation.

It was unlikely now that Bernard Garstin would ever be made a judge of the High Court, but he might still hope for a County Court judgeship or at the worst an appointment in the Colonies. Meanwhile she had the satisfaction of seeing him appointed Recorder of a Welsh town. But it was on her daughters that she set her hopes. By arranging good marriages for them she expected to make up for all the disappointments of her career.

There were two, Kitty and Doris. Doris gave no sign of good looks, her nose was too long and her figure was lumpy; so that Mrs.

Garstin could hope no more for her than that she should marry a young man who was well off and in a suitable profession. But Kitty was a beauty. She gave promise of being so when she was still a child, for she had large, dark eyes, liquid and vivacious, brown, curling hair in which there was a reddish tint, exquisite teeth and a lovely skin.

Her features would never be very good, for her chin was too square and her nose, though not so long as Doris's, too big. Her beauty depended a good deal on her youth, and Mrs. Garstin realised that she must marry in the first flush of her maidenhood. When she came out she was dazzling: She had a charming gaiety and the desire to please.

Garstin bestowed upon her all the affection, a harsh, competent, calculating affection, of which she was capable; she dreamed ambitious dreams; it was not a good marriage she aimed at for her daughter, but a brilliant one. Kitty had been brought up with the knowledge that she was going to be a beautiful woman and she more than suspected her mother's ambition. It accorded with her own desires. She was launched upon the world and Mrs. Garstin performed prodigies in getting herself invited to dances where her daughter might meet eligible men.

Kitty was a success. She was amusing as well as beautiful, and very soon she had a dozen men in love with her. But none was suitable, and Kitty, charming and friendly with all, took care to commit herself with none. The drawing-room in South Kensington was filled on Sunday afternoons with amorous youth, but Mrs.

Garstin observed, with a grim smile of approval, that it needed no effort on her part to keep them at a distance from Kitty. Kitty was prepared to flirt with them, and it diverted her to play one off against the other, but when they proposed to her, as none failed to do, she refused them with tact but decision.

Her first season passed without the perfect suitor presenting himself, and the second also; but she was young and could afford to wait. Garstin told her friends that she thought it a pity for a girl to marry till she was twenty-one. But a third year passed and then a fourth. Two or three of her old admirers proposed again, but they were still penniless, one or two boys younger than herself proposed; a retired Indian Civilian, a K.

Kitty still danced a great deal, she went to Wimbledon and Lord's, to Ascot and Henley; she was thoroughly enjoying herself; but still no one whose position and income were satisfactory asked her to marry him. Garstin began to grow uneasy. She noticed that Kitty was beginning to attract men of forty and over. She reminded her that she would not be any longer so pretty in a year or two and that young girls were coming out all the time. Garstin did not mince her words in the domestic circle and she warned her daughter tartly that she would miss her market.

Kitty shrugged her shoulders. She thought herself as pretty as ever, prettier perhaps, for she had learnt how to dress in the last four years, and she had plenty of time. If she wanted to marry just to be married there were a dozen boys who would jump at the chance. Surely the right man would come along sooner or later.

But Mrs. Garstin judged the situation more shrewdly: She turned back to the professional class at which she had sneered in her pride and looked about for a young lawyer or a business man whose future inspired her with confidence. Kitty reached the age of twenty-five and was still unmarried. Garstin was exasperated and she did not hesitate often to give Kitty a piece of her very unpleasant mind. She asked her how much longer she expected her father to support her.

He had spent sums he could ill afford in order to give her a chance and she had not taken it. It never struck Mrs. Garstin that perhaps her own hard affability had frightened the men, sons of wealthy fathers or heirs to a title, whose visits she had too cordially encouraged. She put down Kitty's failure to stupidity. Then Doris came out. She had a long nose still, and a poor figure, and she danced badly.

In her first season she became engaged to Geoffrey Dennison. He was the only son of a prosperous surgeon who had been given a baronetcy during the war. Geoffrey would inherit a title--it is not very grand to be a medical baronet, but a title, thank God, is still a title--and a very comfortable fortune.

She had known him but a little while and had never taken much notice of him. She had no idea when or where they had first met till after their engagement he told her that it was at a dance to which some friends had brought him. She certainly paid no attention to him then and if she danced with him it was because she was good-natured and was glad to dance with any one who asked her. She didn't know him from Adam when a day or two later at another dance he came up and spoke to her.

Then she remarked that he was at every dance she went to. I shouldn't be at all surprised if you hadn't the ghost of an idea what mine was. She was faintly amused; she wondered why he thought it could in the least interest her; but she liked to please, so she looked at him with that dazzling smile of hers, and her beautiful eyes, dewy ponds under forest trees, held an enchanting kindness. She did not know why he came to dances, he did not dance very well, and he seemed to know few people.

She had a passing thought that he was in love with her; but she dismissed it with a shrug of the shoulders: But she gave Walter Fane just a little more of her attention. He certainly did not behave like any of the other youths who had been in love with her.

Most of them told her so frankly and wanted to kiss her: But Walter Fane never talked of her and very little of himself. He was rather silent; she did not mind that because she had plenty to say and it pleased her to see him laugh when she made a facetious remark: He was evidently shy.

It appeared that he lived in the East and was home on leave. One Sunday afternoon he appeared at their house in South Kensington. There were a dozen people there, and he sat for some time, somewhat ill at ease, and then went away.

Her mother asked her later who he was. He said he'd seen you at various dances. I said I was always at home on Sundays. Garstin did not answer. Her silence was heavy with displeasure.

Kitty flushed: During the next week she met him at three dances and now, his shyness perhaps wearing off a little, he was somewhat more communicative. He was a doctor, certainly, but he did not practice; he was a bacteriologist Kitty had only a very vague idea what that meant and he had a job at Tching-Yen.

He was going back in the autumn. He talked a good deal about China. She made it a practice to appear interested in whatever people talked to her of, but indeed the life in Tching-Yen sounded quite jolly; there were clubs and tennis and racing and polo and golf.

She wondered whether he told her these things with a motive. He seemed to like her society, but never by a pressure of the hand, by a glance or by a word, did he give the smallest indication that he looked upon her as anything but a girl whom you met and danced with. On the following Sunday he came again to their house.

Her father happened to come in, it was raining and he had not been able to play golf, and he and Walter Fane had a long chat. She asked her father afterwards what they had talked of.

The Chief Justice is an old friend of mine at the Bar. He seems an unusually intelligent young man. She knew that her father was as a rule bored to death by the young people whom for her sake and now her sister's he had been forced for years to entertain. He was not her type at all. He was short, but not thick-set, slight rather and thin; dark and clean-shaven, with very regular, clear-cut features. His eyes were almost black, but not large, they were not very mobile and they rested on objects with a singular persistence; they were curious, but not very pleasant eyes.

With his straight, delicate nose, his fine brow and well-shaped mouth he ought to have been good-looking. But surprisingly enough he was not. When Kitty began to think of him at all she was surprised that he should have such good features when you took them one by one and yet be so far from handsome. His face was cold. His expression was slightly sarcastic and now that Kitty knew him better she realised that she was not quite at ease with him. He had no gaiety.

By the time the season drew to its end they had seen a good deal of one another, but he had remained as aloof and impenetrable as ever. He was not exactly shy with her, but embarrassed; his conversation remained strangely impersonal.

Kitty came to the conclusion that he was not in the least in love with her. He liked her and found her easy to talk to, but when he returned to Tching-Yen in November he would not think of her again. She thought it not impossible that he was engaged all the time to some nurse in a hospital at Tching-Yen, the daughter of a clergyman, dull, plain, flat-footed and strenuous; that was the wife that would exactly suit him. Then came the announcement of Doris's engagement to Geoffrey Dennison.

Doris, at eighteen, was making quite a good marriage, and she was twenty-five and single. Supposing she did not marry at all? That season the only person who had proposed to her was a boy of twenty who was still at Oxford: She had made a hash of things. Last year she had refused a widowed Knight of the Bath with three children. She almost wished she hadn't.

Mother would be horrible now, and Doris, Doris who had always been sacrificed because she, Kitty, was expected to make the brilliant match, would not fail to crow over her. Kitty's heart sank. But one afternoon when she was walking home from Harrod's she chanced to meet Walter Fane in the Brompton Road. He stopped and talked to her.

Then, casually, he asked her if she would not take a turn with him in the Park. She had no particular wish to go home: They strolled along, talking as they always talked, of casual things, and he asked her where she was going for the summer.

You see, father is exhausted after the term's work and we just go to the quietest place we can find. Kitty spoke with her tongue in her cheek, for she knew quite well that her father had not nearly enough work to tire him and even if he had his convenience would never have been consulted in the choice of a holiday.

But a quiet place was a cheap place. But when they were seated he seemed to grow strangely abstracted. He was an odd creature.

She chattered on, however, gaily enough and wondered why he had asked her to walk with him in the Park. Perhaps he was going to confide in her his passion for the flat-footed nurse in Tching-Yen. Suddenly he turned to her, interrupting her in the middle of a sentence, so that she could not but see that he had not been listening, and his face was chalk white. She looked at him quickly and she saw that his eyes were filled with a painful anxiety. His voice was strained, low and not quite steady.

But before she could ask herself what this agitation meant he spoke again. I always find it more difficult to say the things I mean than the things I don't. Her heart began to beat a little more quickly. She had been proposed to often before, but gaily or sentimentally, and she had answered in the same fashion.

No one had ever asked her to marry him in a manner which was so abrupt and yet strangely tragic. I wanted to ask you before, but I could never bring myself to it.

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She was glad to have an opportunity to laugh a little, for on that fine, sunny day the air about them seemed on a sudden heavy with foreboding. He frowned darkly. I didn't want to lose hope. But now you're going away and in the autumn I have to go back to China. He said nothing more. He looked down on the grass sullenly.

He was a very odd creature. But now that he had told her she felt in some mysterious way that his love was something she had never met before. She was a little frightened, but she was elated also. His impassivity was vaguely impressive. Still he did not say anything. He did not stir. Did he mean to keep her there till she had decided?

That was absurd. She must talk it over with her mother. She ought to have got up when she spoke, she had waited thinking he would answer, and now, she did not know why, she found it difficult to make a movement. She did not look at him, but she was conscious of his appearance; she had never seen herself marrying a man so little taller than herself. When you sat close to him you saw how good his features were, and how cold his face.

It was strange when you couldn't help being conscious of the devastating passion which was in his heart. He gave her a look and she felt her eyes drawn to his. They had a tenderness which she had never seen in them before, but there was something beseeching in them, like a dog's that has been whipped, which slightly exasperated her.

It was certainly the oddest proposal she had ever had. And even now it seemed to her that they were saying to one another the last things you would have expected on such an occasion. She was not in the least in love with him. She did not know why she hesitated to refuse him at once. Now that was odd too, for inexplicably enough it touched her; he wasn't really cold, of course, it was his manner that was unfortunate: Doris was to be married in November. He would be on his way to China then and if she married him she would be with him.

It wouldn't be very nice to be a bridesmaid at Doris's wedding. She would be glad to escape that. And then Doris as a married woman and herself still single! Every one knew how young Doris was and it would make her seem older. It would put her on the shelf. It wouldn't be a very good marriage for her, but it was a marriage, and the fact that she would live in China made it easier. She was afraid of her mother's bitter tongue. Why, all the girls who had come out with her were married long ago and most of them had children; she was tired of going to see them and gushing over their babies.

Walter Fane offered her a new life. She turned to him with a smile which she well knew the effect of. That would save her from spending the summer in a country vicarage, hired at five guineas a week, with her father and mother. In a flash she saw in her mind's eye the announcement in the Morning Post that, the bridegroom having to return to the East, the wedding would take place at once.

She knew her mother well enough, she could be counted on to make a splash; for the moment at least Doris would be in the background and when Doris's much grander wedding took place she would be far away. She knew him very little then, and now, though they had been married for nearly two years, she knew him but little more. At first she had been touched by his kindness and flattered, though surprised, by his passion. He was extremely considerate; he was very attentive to her comfort; she never expressed the slightest wish without his hastening to gratify it.

He was constantly giving her little presents. When she happened to feel ill no one could have been kinder or more thoughtful. She seemed to do him a favour when she gave him the opportunity of doing something tiresome for her. And he was always exceedingly polite. He rose to his feet when she entered a room, he gave her his hand to help her out of a car, if he chanced to meet her in the street he took off his hat, he was solicitous to open the door for her when she left a room, he never came into her bedroom or her boudoir without a knock.

He treated her not as Kitty had seen most men treat their wives, but as though she were a fellow-guest in a country house. It was pleasing and yet a trifle comic. She would have felt more at home with him if he had been more casual. Nor did their conjugal relations draw her closer to him.

He was passionate then, fierce, oddly hysterical too, and sentimental. It disconcerted her to realise how emotional he really was. His self-control was due to shyness or to long training, she did not know which; it seemed to her faintly contemptible that when she lay in his arms, his desire appeased, he who was so timid of saying absurd things, who so feared to be ridiculous, should use baby talk. She had offended him bitterly once by laughing and telling him that he was talking the most fearful slush.

She had felt his arms grow limp about her, he remained quite silent for a little while, and then without a word released her and went into his own room. She didn't want to hurt his feelings and a day or two later she said to him:.

He had laughed in a shamefaced way. She had discovered very soon that he had an unhappy disability to lose himself. He was self-conscious. When there was a party and every one started singing Walter could never bring himself to join in. He sat there smiling to show that he was pleased and amused, but his smile was forced; it was more like a sarcastic smirk, and you could not help feeling that he thought all those people enjoying themselves a pack of fools.

He could not bring himself to play the round games which Kitty with her high spirits found such a lark. On their journey out to China he had absolutely refused to put on fancy dress when every one else was wearing it. It disturbed her pleasure that he should so obviously think the whole thing a bore. Kitty was lively; she was willing to chatter all day long and she laughed easily. His silence disconcerted her. He had a way which exasperated her of returning no answer to some casual remark of hers.

It was true that it needed no answer, but an answer all the same would have been pleasant. If it was raining and she said: Sometimes she would have liked to shake him. It showed that he had not meant to be offensive. He did not speak because he had nothing to say.

But if nobody spoke unless he had something to say, Kitty reflected, with a smile, the human race would very soon lose the use of speech. The fact was, of course, that he had no charm. That was why he was not popular, and she had not been long in Tching-Yen before she discovered that he was not. She remained very vague about his work. It was enough for her to realise, and she did this quite distinctly, that to be the government bacteriologist was no great fry. He seemed to have no desire to discuss that part of his life with her.

Because she was willing to be interested in anything at first she had asked him about it. He put her off with a jest. He was very reserved. All she knew about his antecedents, his birth, his education, and his life before he met her, she had elicited by direct questioning.

It was odd, the only thing that seemed to annoy him was a question; and when, in her natural curiosity, she fired a string of them at him, his answers became at every one more abrupt. She had the wit to see that he did not care to reply because he had anything to hide from her, but merely from a natural secretiveness. It bored him to talk about himself. It made him shy and uncomfortable. He did not know how to be open. He was fond of reading, but he read books which seemed to Kitty very dull.

If he was not busy with some scientific treatise he would read books about China or historical works. He never relaxed. She did not think he could. He was fond of games: She wondered why he had ever fallen in love with her. She could not imagine any one less suited than herself to this restrained, cold and self-possessed man. And yet it was quite certain that he loved her madly.

He would do anything in the world to please her. He was like wax in her hands. When she thought of one side he showed her, a side which only she had seen, she a little despised him. She supposed he was clever, every one seemed to think he was, but except very occasionally when he was with two or three people he liked and was in the mood, she had never found him entertaining. He did not precisely bore her, he left her indifferent. Though Kitty had met his wife at various tea-parties she had been some weeks in Tching-Yen before she saw Charles Townsend.

She was introduced to him only when with her husband she went to dine at his house. Kitty was on the defensive. Charles Townsend was Assistant Colonial Secretary and she had no mind to allow him to use her with the condescension which, notwithstanding her good manners, she discerned in Mrs.

The room in which they were received was spacious. It was furnished as was every other drawing-room she had been in at Tching-Yen in a comfortable and homely style. It was a large party. They were the last to come and as they entered Chinese servants in uniform were handing round cocktails and olives. Townsend greeted them in her casual fashion and looking at a list told Walter whom he was to take in to dinner. She immediately felt at ease and the sense of hostility vanished from her bosom.

Though his eyes were smiling she had seen in them a quick look of surprise. She understood it perfectly and it made her inclined to laugh. Kitty, unmoved, wondered what exactly his wife had told him about her. He must have asked. And Townsend, looking down on her with his laughing eyes, suddenly remembered.

Her father's a doctor or a lawyer or something. I suppose we shall have to ask them to dinner. When they were sitting side by side at table he told her that he had known Walter Fane ever since he came to the Colony. He plays a winning hand very well, but when he has bad cards he goes all to pieces. I should describe myself as a very good player in the second class.

Townsend thinks he's in the first. He isn't. I believe he's not bad at his job and every one says he's a good sportsman. He doesn't very much interest me. It was not the first time that Walter's moderation had exasperated her. She asked herself why it was necessary to be so prudent: She had liked Charles Townsend very much. And she had not expected to.

He was probably the most popular man in the Colony. It was supposed that the Colonial Secretary would retire soon and every one hoped that Townsend would succeed him. He played tennis and polo and golf. He kept racing ponies. He was always ready to do any one a good turn. He never let red tape interfere with him. He put on no airs.

Kitty did not know why she had resented hearing him so well spoken of, she could not help thinking he must be very conceited: She had enjoyed her evening. They had talked of the theatres in London, and of Ascot and Cowes, all the things she knew about, so that really she might have met him at some nice house in Lennox Gardens; and later, when the men came into the drawing-room after dinner, he had strolled over and sat beside her again.

Though he had not said anything very amusing, he had made her laugh; it must have been the way he said it: Of course he had charm.

That was what made him so pleasant. He was tall, six foot two at least, she thought, and he had a beautiful figure; he was evidently in very good condition and he had not a spare ounce of fat on him. He was well-dressed, the best-dressed man in the room, and he wore his clothes well. She liked a man to be smart. Her eyes wandered to Walter: She noticed Townsend's cuff-links and waistcoat buttons; she had seen similar ones at Cartier's. Of course the Townsends had private means.

His face was deeply sunburned, but the sun had not taken the healthy colour from his cheeks. She liked the little trim curly moustache which did not conceal his full red lips. He had black hair, short and brushed very sleek. But of course his eyes, under thick, bushy eyebrows, were his best feature: No man who had those blue eyes could bear to hurt any one.

She could not but know that she had made an impression on him. If he had not said charming things to her his eyes, warm with admiration, would have betrayed him. His ease was delightful. He had no self-consciousness. Kitty was at home in these circumstances and she admired the way in which amid the banter which was the staple of their conversation he insinuated every now and then a pretty, flattering speech.

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When she shook hands with him on leaving he gave her hand a pressure that she could not mistake. Who would have thought then that within three months they would be on such terms? He had told her since that he was crazy about her on that first evening. She was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. He remembered the dress she wore; it was her wedding dress, and he said she looked like a lily of the valley.

She knew that he was in love with her before he told her, and a little frightened she kept him at a distance. He was impetuous and it was difficult. She was afraid to let him kiss her, for the thought of his arms about her made her heart beat so fast. She had never been in love before. It was wonderful. And now that she knew what love was she felt a sudden sympathy for the love that Walter bore her.

She teased him, playfully, and saw that he enjoyed it. She had been perhaps a little afraid of him, but now she had more confidence. She chaffed him and it amused her to see the slow smile with which at first he received her banter. He was surprised and pleased. One of these days, she thought, he would become quite human. Now that she had learnt something of passion it diverted her to play lightly, like a harpist running his fingers across the strings of his harp, on his affections.

She laughed when she saw how she bewildered and confused him. And when Charlie became her lover the situation between herself and Walter seemed exquisitely absurd. She could hardly look at him, so grave and self-controlled, without laughing.

She was too happy to feel unkindly towards him. Except for him, after all, she would never have known Charlie. She had hesitated some time before the final step, not because she did not want to yield to Charlie's passion, her own was equal to his, but because her upbringing and all the conventions of her life intimidated her. She was amazed afterwards and the final act was due to accident; neither of them had seen the opportunity till it was face to face with them to discover that she felt in no way different from what she had before.

She had expected that it would cause some, she hardly knew what, fantastic change in her so that she would feel like somebody else; and when she had a chance to look at herself in the glass she was bewildered to see the same woman she had seen the day before. Her happiness, sometimes almost more than she could bear, renewed her beauty. Just before she married, beginning to lose her first freshness, she had looked tired and drawn.

The uncharitable said that she was going off. But there is all the difference between a girl of twenty-five and a married woman of that age. She was like a rosebud that is beginning to turn yellow at the edges of the petals, and then suddenly she was a rose in full bloom. Her starry eyes gained a more significant expression; her skin that feature which had always been her greatest pride and most anxious care was dazzling: She looked eighteen once more.

She was at the height of her glowing loveliness.

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It was impossible not to remark it and her women friends asked her in little friendly asides if she was going to have a baby. The indifferent who had said she was just a very pretty woman with a long nose admitted that they had misjudged her. She was what Charlie had called her the first time he saw her, a raging beauty. They managed their intrigue with skill. He had a broad back, he told her "I will not have you swank about your figure," she interrupted lightly , and it did not matter about him; but for her sake they mustn't take the smallest risk.

They could not meet often alone, not half often enough for him, but he had to think of her first, sometimes in the curio shop, now and then after luncheon in her house when no one was about; but she saw him a good deal here and there. It amused her then to see the formal way he spoke to her, jovial, for he was always that, with the same manner he used with every one. Who could imagine when they heard him chaff her with that charming humour of his that so lately he had held her in his passionate arms?

She worshipped him. He was splendid, in his smart top boots and his white breeches, when he played polo. In tennis clothes he looked a mere boy. Of course he was proud of his figure: He took pains to keep it. He never ate bread or potatoes or butter. And he took a great deal of exercise. She liked the care he took of his hands; he was manicured once a week.

He was a wonderful athlete and the year before he had won the local tennis championship. Certainly he was the best dancer she had ever danced with; it was a dream to dance with him. No one would think he was forty. She told him she did not believe it. I'm a middle-aged gent.

In another two or three years I shall just be a fat old party. She liked his black, bushy eyebrows. She wondered whether it was they that gave his blue eyes their disturbing expression. He was full of accomplishments. He could play the piano quite well, rag-time, of course, and he could sing a comic song with a rich voice and good humour.

She did not believe there was anything he could not do. He was very clever at his work too and she shared his pleasure when he told her that the Governor had particularly congratulated him on the way he had done some difficult job.

Of course it was not certain yet that Walter knew the truth, and if he didn't it was better perhaps to leave well alone; but if he did, well, in the end it would be the best thing for all of them.

At first she had been, if not satisfied, at least resigned to seeing Charlie only by stealth; but time had increased her passion and for some while now she had been increasingly impatient of the obstacles which prevented them from being always together. He had told her so often that he cursed his position which forced him to be so discreet, the ties which bound him, and the ties which bound her: She saw his point of view; no one wanted a scandal, and of course it required a good deal of thinking over before you changed the course of your life; but if freedom were thrust upon them, ah, then, how simple everything would be!

It was not as though any one would suffer very much. She knew exactly what his relations were with his wife. She was a cold woman and there had been no love between them for years. It was habit that held them together, convenience, and of course the children. It was easier for Charlie than for her: Walter loved her; but after all, he was absorbed in his work; and a man always had his club, he might be upset at first, but he would get over it; there was no reason why he should not marry somebody else.

Charlie had told her that he could not make out how she came to throw herself away on Walter Fane. She wondered, half smiling, why a little while before she had been terrified at the thought that Walter had caught them.

Of course it was startling to see the handle of the door slowly turn. But after all they knew the worst that Walter could do, and they were ready for it.

Charlie would feel as great a relief as she that what they both desired more than anything in the world should be thus forced upon them. Walter was a gentleman, she would do him the justice to acknowledge that, and he loved her; he would do the right thing and allow her to divorce him. They had made a mistake and the lucky thing was that they had found it out before it was too late. She made up her mind exactly what she was going to say to him and how she would treat him.

She would be kind, smiling, and firm. There was no need for them to quarrel. Later on she would always be glad to see him. She hoped honestly that the two years they had spent together would remain with him as a priceless memory.

There's absolutely nothing for her to do in Tching-Yen. She'll be able to spend all the holidays with her boys. And then she's got her father and mother in England. It was all very simple and everything could be managed without scandal or ill-feeling.

And then she and Charlie could marry. Kitty drew a long sigh. They would be very happy. It was worth going through a certain amount of bother to achieve that. Confusedly, one picture jostling another, she thought of the life they would lead together, of the fun they would have and the little journeys they would take together, the house they would live in, the positions he would rise to and the help she would be to him.

He would be very proud of her and she, she adored him. But through all these day-dreams ran a current of apprehension. It was funny: Sooner or later Walter must come home and her heart beat fast at the thought of meeting him. It was strange that he had gone away that afternoon without saying a word to her.

Of course she was not frightened of him; after all what could he do, she repeated to herself; but she could not quite allay her uneasiness. Once more she repeated what she would say to him. What was the good of making a scene? She was very sorry, Heaven knew she didn't want to cause him pain, but she couldn't help it if she didn't love him.

It was no good pretending and it was always better to tell the truth. She hoped he wouldn't be unhappy, but they had made a mistake and the only sensible thing was to acknowledge it. She would always think kindly of him. But even as she said this to herself a sudden gust of fear made the sweat start out in the palms of her hands. Walter mengajak Kitty untuk ke Mei-tan-fu, desa di peolosok Cina yang sedang terkena wabah kolera ganas. Kitty tidak ingin ikut, namun Walter mengancamnya. Walter pun membuka kasus perselingkuhan Kitty dan Charlie.

Kitty lagi-lagi menolak karena dia takut malu. Karena Walter akan melayangkan surat cerainya dengan alasan adultery atau perzinaan. Akhirnya Walter pun memberikan syarat kepada Kitty, bahwa ia akan mengijinkan Kitty menceraikan Walter dengan syarat Charlie juga mau menceraikan Dorothy, istrinya dan kemudian menikahi Kitty.

Kitty sangat percaya diri. Dengan begitu ia bisa terbebas dari Walter dan bersama orang yang sangat dicintainya, Charlie. Begitu Kitty menemui Charlie dan memberitahu kondisinya, Charlie menolak dengan alasan Dorothy tidak akan pernah dia ceraikan. Hal ini berkaitan dengan sifat Charlie yang narsis dan ketakutan untuk kehilangan jabatan hebatnya di Cina. Kitty pun nelangsa dan memutuskan untuk mengikuti Walter ke pedalaman Cina.

Selama di pedalaman, Kitty masih belum juga membuka hati untuk Walter. Bahkan ia merasa Walter dengan sengaja ingin membunuh dirinya secara perlahan karena kolera dan malnutrisi. Namun pada akhirnya ia tetap pasrah karena akhirnya ia mengerti kenapa Walter menghukumnya seperti itu.

Kitty pun bergabung dengan para biarawati Perancis yang rela tinggal di situ untuk merawat pasien-pasien kolera. Seiring dengan berjalannya waktu, Kitty bertambah dewasa. Bahkan ia sadar kalau Walter adalah sesungguhnya orang yang sangat baik.

Bahkan ketika Kitty menyadari bahwa ia telah mengandung selama dua bulan, dan calon anak itu ternyata bukanlah anaknya Walter, Kitty masih tidak merasa bersalah, malah Walter menerima kenyataan pahit tersebut.

Ditambah pula pujian dari orang-orang di seluruh desa yang rela bekerja keras merawat pasien dan mencari cara untuk mencegah penyebaran penyakit itu, Kitty masih membencinya.

Sampai Walter meninggal karena kolera. Namun sampai akhirnya, dalam novel dan film, terdapat perbedaan yang sangat menyentuh. Jika dalam novelnya, Kitty tetap tidak bisa mencintai Walter. Dan hal ini sangat berbeda dengan filmnya.

Dalam filmnya, Kitty sudah beranjak dewasa jauh sebelum Walter meninggal. Mereka berbaikan, dan saling memaafkan atas kesalahan mereka masing-masing, sampai Walter meninggal. Pada scene ini, air mata siapapun yang menonton filmnya, akan menangis dan mengharu biru. Ia malah masih sempat bercinta dengan Charlie. Namun ia menyadari bahwa dirinya sangat hina karena hal tersebut.

Kemudian ia memutuskan untuk hijrah, menemani Ayahnya yang mendapat pekerjaan baru sambil membesarkan anaknya, agar di kemudian hari nanti anaknya tidak senaif dan seegois dirinya. He is an author of novel and short stories, as well as prominent playwright from Britain.

She knows that she is beautiful, and that's why she behaves spoiled and arrogant. Everyone loves her, including her mother who is also almost depressed when Kitty refused all marriage proposals from rich and handsome men in town. Her mother thinks she is completely out of her mind, while her younger sister, who is not so pretty, is willing to postpone her marriage, just for the sake of Kitty.

But when her mother was overwhelmed with the arbitrarily attitude of Kitty, her father then took part in the matchmaking process. Her father secretly invited a bacteriological, who is also a doctor, Walter Fane. After several times dancing together, Walter fell in love with Kitty. He immediately proposed to Kitty, though Kitty still does not love Walter. Just because Walter had to rush back to Hong Kong, the reason why Walter married Kitty though he really loved her.

Meanwhile, Kitty, who does not love Walter, accepted his proposal and went to Hong Kong so that it can reduce the depression from all of the complaints pointed by her mother, who often nags for her being so arrogant and selfish. The story on the novel begins with Kitty being frightened. She was having an affair with Charlie Townsend, a Secretary Assistant of the colony, who also has a family. When Kitty heard a voice from the outside of her room, Kitty thought the person who was trying to open the door handle is her husband.

Surely she did not want to get caught by Walter. At that time they had lived in Shanghai. Walter, who is a rigid, stiff kind of man, looks too boring for Kitty. Until that moment Kitty could not fully love Walter. But of course, Walter knows about her affair. He feels humiliated, although he never showed it to Kitty. But at least he knew that Kitty was a stupid, shallow and empty-headed woman.

Not to mention arrogant and spoiled. But he still loves Kitty. Walter also knows the main purpose of Kitty accepting his proposal. And it is considered to Walter as narrow-minded, dirty and very nasty kind of mind.

Yes, Kitty accepts Walter's proposal only because of fear and shame to be considered as an old hag if she refuses. But he still loves Kitty, wholeheartedly until Walter who has grown accustomed to his solitude follows every silly wishes from Kitty for she was too bored just to stay at home alone.

But Walter never demands her to love him back. He is just grateful that he has been allowed to love Kitty. One time Walter invited Kitty to discuss a plan related to his jobs. Walter invited Kitty to join him in Mei-tan-fu, a remote village in China which is exposed to virulent cholera epidemic. Kitty refused to participate, but Walter threatened. Walter then opened a case of infidelity done by Kitty and Charlie.

And how despicable it is for him for nearly two years to let that affair happened. When she was pressed like that, Kitty argued, "If a man does not have what it takes for a woman's love, then it is the fault of the man, not the woman.

Kitty again refused because it is shameful for her since Walter would send a letter of divorce with adultery reason. Finally, Walter gave her a condition, that he would allow Kitty to divorce him only when Charlie also wants to divorce Dorothy, his wife, and then marries Kitty.

Kitty was very confident. Therefore, she can be free from Walter and be with a man she loves, Charlie. Just at the moment Kitty met Charlie and told him the condition, Charlie refused by reason Dorothy could never be divorced. This relates to the nature of the narcissistic from Charlie and his fear to lose great positions in China. Divorcement was a shameful kind of thing at that time. Kitty was miserable and decided to follow Walter to go to the remote village of China.

During her time in that village, Kitty still did not open her heart for Walter. Even she felt Walter deliberately wanted to kill her slowly due to cholera and malnutrition. But in the end he remained surrender because she finally understood why Walter punishes her like that. Kitty then joined with French nuns who are willing to stay there for treating cholera patients.

Over time, Kitty gets wiser. In fact, she realized that Walter is actually a very nice person. Even when Kitty found out that she is pregnant for two months, and the baby is not Walter's, Kitty still does not feel guilty, even Walter accepts the harsh reality.

However, until the very end of it, both the novel and film, there are touching differences. If in the novel, Kitty still cannot love Walter. And it is different story in the film. In it, Kitty had grown love long before Walter died. They make up, and forgive one another over their mistakes, until Walter died.

In this scene, there would be tears of those who saw the movie. They would cry and feel morose. In the novel, Kitty eventually returned to the city and met Charlie. She even had time to make love with Charlie, while in the film is different. Kitty resents Charlie when they met for a second chance. But she realized that she was very despicable as it is.

Then she decided to move, accompanying her father who got a new job while raising her daughter not a son, like in the film , so that in the future her daughter would not be as naive and selfish as she was.

Film studies talks about the literary aspects found in a film. It is the basic theory in order to use the aspects of a film to analyze it deeply. Film studies also deal with academic discipline that deals with various theoretical, critical, and historical approaches to films. Film studies explore the narrative elements, artistic, economic, cultural and political implications of a film. Literary aspects of a film are different with cinematic aspects in a film. Literary aspects are ranging from types of film, film genres, theme, characterization, point of view, setting and plot, just like other literary works.

They have their own language and vocabulary in displaying moving pictures or the product of film per se. Here are some internal elements found in the film: Type of Film Start from the type of this film, The Painted Veil is a novel adaptation film from the same title of novel, which is written by W. Somerset Maugham in This novel has been adapted for the screen three times. The first one came in with the same title, the second one came in with the title, The Seventh Sin, and the last one is in , which is discussed in this analysis.

Novels are frequently adapted for films with a purpose to appeal an existing commercial audience. The popularity of this book makes it worth adapting to screen. It is then challenging to bring the story to screen since the question of faithfulness is often raised. The faithfulness between novel and the screen becomes producing it worth deep interpretation. Thus, some differences between enjoying it through its novel and film can be experienced and analyzed to see which one is lacking and vice versa.

Genre of Film The genre of this film is romantic drama, which explores the complex side of love. Films with romantic drama genre center on some obstacles which prevent the love of two people. The plot dwells in finding the way to get out of these obstacles to eventually experience real love eternally. The Painted Veil is considered as romantic drama because of an obstacle found in the movie.

Walter loves Kitty with all of his heart, while Kitty loves Charlie and even cheating behind Walter. Gradually, Kitty learns the real meaning of love. And when he is really gone, Kitty learns that she has been such a selfish person. Mode of Address A concept based out of film is the definition of mode of address. Technically, it is the way for most of filmmakers thinks about their audiences, like who they are going to be.

Loosely speaking, it is the analysis on power relations between the audience and the subject of the film. Most of filmmakers also try to display the mode of address through their movies, whether the issue brought up there, is about race, superiority of one another, feminist issue or adult content whatsoever.

Once the audience gets the message implicitly attached during the movie, then they can really take out of what the filmmakers are trying to tell to them. Then the audience can really communicate and involve with the text.

Then generally mode of address is brought up with certain issues like gender, age, experience, social culture, class issue, and so on. This film dwells in adult romance, so to get a chance for conflicts to be appeared in the film, the author brings up some mode of address like gender superiority and feminist. Apart of the importance for a romance film to explicitly show adult content, the gender superiority can be experienced still by the audience.

As for the film, Kitty seems trying so hard to break the rules prevail in society at that time. For instance is when Walter planned to file divorce paper with infidelity reason. Kitty knows it very well that she would be humiliated if Walter really do that. That is one of things that disgust her the most. Kitty tells about the entire story by herself.

Then the mode of address that appears between the film and the audience is feminist issue. Deep inside of her, she disgusts the rules prevail in society at that time where everyone seemed over-dramatize her for if Walter really divorced her with that kind of reason and she was okay with that. Imagine watching this movie as an advertisement, the first impression would be unrequited love, in which most of the audiences would have experienced it.

Thus, it makes the mode of address constructed well. Iconography Iconography is actually the iconic things which appear in a film to indirectly communicate with the audience. For example, a film is considered as a cowboy movie, when on most of the scenes, there are a lot of decorations and goods which are related to cowboy, like galloons, hats, guns, spurs, horses, jails, and so on.

These things become dominant, thus it becomes an easy way to describe a large idea mostly about the genre. Formerly, iconography originated in art. Art students discovered the color, composition, images, and technique of a painting to be paired with previous work by other artist.

Thus, when they could not find the sameness, and consider it as a new perspective or images, then they called it as iconic. So it is allowed to define iconography as those particular signs that can be associated with particular genres. As for The Painted Veil, from the title, it is easy to discover the iconic things appeared since the beginning of the story until the very end of it. The veil itself is literally a veil in which in marriage is in white color.

It can be connected to the film, which also tells about adultery and betrayal. But a veil sometimes can be defined as a cover for a face. And in the end of this film, when Kitty makes up with Walter, she mostly uses white Chinese umbrella in beautiful decoration and embroidery.

This also shows how Kitty has learnt a lot about purity and loyalty while she was seemingly punished through living far from civilization. That is only one icon of this film that can be found easily. There are still more, though, and they are ranging from costumes, decorations, objects, sceneries, and so on, and here they are: A cover which shows purity of marriage.

Though it has been stained by betrayal, Maugham decided to keep it painted, as by seeing this, people will learn from the mistakes stain and paint it into something new and beautiful. Mountain sceneries: A lot of mountain sceneries dominate the film. It shows the connection between the film and the whole story; good sceneries bring back purity.

This also shows the setting of film, which is in rural or remote village in China. Kitty wears hats almost all the time, especially when she went out with Walter.

Hats, in s, dominated fashion lifestyle. Kitty, who comes also from upper class family, looks beautiful in every hat she wears. Vintage Decorations: As the movie sets on s era, the decorations show partially the genre of this film, which is drama romance in era. The domination of classic items like nightstand, canopy bed, and vanity is decorated in white and other pastel colors. White-Neat Costumes: When the occasion does not require night gown, the casts use white-neat costumes.

It is for the lighting importance too. Intermediate English Saxon Dialogues: Kitty and Walter sometimes use formal language in order to fit with the language used in s. Music and Sound: Since it is a romance film, the music and sound is rather melancholy. But there is time when Kitty plays upbeat music, and it is when she feels happy. Characterization As for the characterization in The Painted Veil, there are some important characters which mostly appear in the film, and they are: She is an Englishwoman, who comes from a very proper family upper class.

Spoiled enough since she was kid, so her mother put a great amount of pressure on her as the effect. It was about using her natural beauty to get a man from high social status and excellence in his job. She is forced to marry a rich and smart man. Apparently, she puts a higher standard in almost everything, including finding the right man. This thing makes her as a frivolous and a bit shallow woman.

When she was twenty five, which in the era this age made her desperately old; she decided to give up on finding an ideal mate. She marries Walter Fane, government bacteriologies. She decided to follow her husband to move to Hong Kong. This character is considered as protagonist and a round character. She has developed somehow into a better person.

At the first time she loathed Walter, Hong Kong and even Mei-tan-fu, but in the end she gradually grew feelings towards the orphans in Mei-tan-fu, the nuns, and Walter. She decides to raise her own son, instead, although she knows, Charlie is the biological father of her son. Walter Fane: He has stable job and apparently he needs to move out to Hong Kong to conduct some research about cholera. He is a very kind man. He loves Kitty harder than Charlie. He once said that he hates himself for loving Kitty so hard even after she betrayed him.

He is a stiff man. He cannot express his feelings well. He has no expression. This side of him which bores Kitty the most. But he is also a round character. He goes through some developments. He learns to forgive Kitty after seeing sincerity of Kitty when she plays piano and takes care of the orphans in church with the nuns.

He seems lacking sensitivity, but he actually cares. He is intelligent, with a cold passive-aggressive nature. Charlie Townsend: He is the man whose affair with Kitty would bring down his reputation. This is why he stays flat during the film, by enjoying the affair only without willing to have serious commitment with Kitty. He is a narcissist whose wife is a possessive one, the daughter of prominent people in town. This is why Charlie marries Dorothy, his wife.

This film dwells in the relationship of these three characters. Like her mother, her appearance only in the beginning and also the officer who befriends with Kitty during in Mei-tan-fu. Setting There are two kinds of setting, and they are physical and social settings.

Thus, in this film, the settings are; 1. Physical Setting: This is where the story takes place. It is much like stage scenery from a play, so it should be general, such as Tropic Ocean, or very specific like the address of a street. It takes place in Britain too, but mostly the story goes on in Mei-tan-fu, a rural village deep in the forest of China.

The climate is humid, which makes the characters should adapt well with the drastic changing. Social Setting: It dwells in problematic setting which builds up the story. It also concerns in a description of a location, which provides the location and time of social interactions occurred.

Behavior and beliefs that dominate the society in which the characters live are also included in this social setting. This type of social setting can be one of triggers in creating conflicts as it also includes family relationships, political systems, class structures, gender roles, moral values and race relations in all part of social environment.

As for the film, the social setting is when the civil uprising against British colonization where the tensions running high, where Westerns were banned all over Asia.

This is why the arrival of Walter and Kitty in rural village like Mei-tan-fu also becomes another conflict in which the people at there think about them as evils and need to be terminated.

They have trust issue with strangers and even foreigners. The people at there think Walter plan to take any resource from their village. With the cholera invasion, they rely on water, while the river and any well at there have been contaminated with cholera. That is why they keep the body inside of their house and gets contaminated because of that too. But they gradually welcome Walter especially after he makes a flute by the river to filter the water from the mountain.

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