#Pillars of eternity return to court windows

The house lies on the crest of Harrowweald, and from its windows the eye drops to miles of emerald pasture-land lying wet and brilliant under a west. You probably know the beauty of that view for when Chris rebuilt Baldry Court after his marriage he handed it over to architects who had not so much the wild eye of the artist as the knowing wink of the manicurist, and between them they massaged the dear old place into matter for innumerable photographs in the illustrated papers. I took the brush and turned to the window, leaning my forehead against the glass and staring unobservantly at the view. 'Give it a brush now and then, like a good soul but be careful. I wish Chris would n't have it kept as a nursery when there 's no chance–' She sat down, swept her hair over the back of the chair into the sunlight, and held out to me her tortoiseshell hair-brush. 'I always come in here when Emery has washed my hair. She had taken Nanny's big basket-chair from its place by the high-chair, and was pushing it over to the middle window. She looked so like a girl on a magazine cover that one expected to find a large '15 cents' somewhere attached to her person. I 'm going to dry my hair.' And when I looked again I saw that her golden hair was all about her shoulders and that she wore over her frock a little silken jacket trimmed with rosebuds. I turned away so that I might not spy on Kitty revisiting her dead.

And along the mantelpiece, under the loved print of the snarling tiger, in attitudes that wereĪt once angular and relaxed, as though they were ready for play at their master's pleasure, but found it hard to keep from drowsing in this warm weather, sat the Teddy Bear and the chimpanzee and the woolly white dog and the black cat with eyes that roll. It fell on the rocking-horse, which had been Chris's idea of an appropriate present for his year-old son, and showed what a fine fellow he was and how tremendously dappled it picked out Mary and her little lamb on the chintz ottoman. Sunlight was lying in great pools on the blue cork floor and the soft rugs, patterned with strange beasts, and threw dancing beams, which should have been gravely watched for hours, on the white paint and the blue distempered walls.

It was the first lavish day of spring, and the sunlight was pouring through the tall, arched windows and the flowered curtains so brightly that in the old days a fat fist would certainly have been raised to point out the new, translucent glories of the rosebud.

#Pillars of eternity return to court full

I had not meant to enter it again, now that the child was dead but I had come suddenly on Kitty as she slipped the key into the look, and I had lingered to look in at the high room, so full of whiteness and clearĬolors, so unendurably gay and familiar, which is kept in all respects as though there were still a child in the house. 'If a woman began to worry in these days because her husband hadn't written to her for a fortnight! Besides, if he 'd been anywhere interesting, anywhere where the fighting was really hot, he 'd have found some way of telling me instead of just leaving it as 'Somewhere in France.' He 'll be all right.' She would get into the four-foot punt that was used as a ferry and bring it over very slowly 66 LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS He lay there in the confiding relaxation of a child Frontispiece 'Give it a brush now and then, like a good soul' 6 He lay there in the confiding relaxation of a child.