Whom God Hath Joined: A Question of Marriage — David Hume — John Shaqi
Whom God Hath Joined: A Question of Marriage
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Here deeply-flushed roses scattered their showers of fragrant leaves,
yonder bloomed the pale amethystine heliotrope, fiercely amid the
verdure burned the scarlet blossoms of the geranium, and, in secluded
corners, slender virginal lilies hinted at the pale mysticism of the
cloister, while red anemones, grey-green rosemary, blue violets, still
bluer gentian, many-tinted azaleas, snowy asphodels, and yellow
hawkweeds all grew together in a confused mass of brilliant colours,
and every vagrant wind ruffling the still surface of the lake sent a
rich breath of fragrance through the drowsy air. Over all, the deep
azure of the cloudless sky, from whence shone the fierce sun on the
lofty encircling mountains, the arid plains, the clustering villages
huddled round the slender white _campanili_ of their churches, the
glittering waters of the lake, the brightly coloured villas, and on
the brilliant profusion of flowers which almost hid the teeming bosom
of the green earth in this garden of the world.
It was late in the afternoon, and the cool breeze of the coming night
was already commencing to make its welcome presence felt, when Guy
Errington and his wife, the present occupants of Villa Tagni, came out
on to the terrace to enjoy this most delightful hour of the Italian
day. The servants arranged some Turkish rugs on the tesselated
pavement, placed thereon three or four comfortable lounging chairs of
wicker work, and set forth a small round table, on the white cloth of
which stood a tea service, with a small silver kettle hissing merrily
over a spirit lamp, some plates of cake and fruit, a few tall
thin-stemmed glasses, and a straw-covered flask of red Chianti wine.
These arrangements being completed they retired, and Lady Errington
making her appearance sat down in one of the chairs, while Sir Guy,
looking cool and comfortable in his white flannels, perched himself
perilously on the balustrade of the terrace with a cigarette between
his lips. And surely nothing could be more charming than this peaceful
scene, with the exquisite view of the lake, the fragrant coolness of
the breeze, the romantic-looking terrace, the pleasant evidence of
hospitality, and this young Adam and Eve to give life to the whole.