Status Updates From The Small House at Allington

He -IS- a coward and a scoundrel.

I can’t believe I don’t remember anything about this absolute asshole, Adolphus Crosbie. What an awful jerk.

I don’t remember any of this.

“Hobbledehoy” is the Victorian version of “on the spectrum.”

2026 reread: Almost zero recollection of this story.

It was thus that he thought of himself as he sat moping over his solitary table in the hotel coffee-room. He acknowledged to himself that he had not hitherto been a man; but at the same time he made some revolution which, I trust, may assist him in commencing his manhood from this date.

'I shall never win her, Lady Julia.' As he spoke these last words, the tears were running down his cheeks, and he was weeping openly in the presence of his companion. It was well for him that she had come upon him in his sorrow. When he once knew that she had seen his tears, he could pour out to her the whole story of his grief; (...)

Page 453: (...) Under such circumstances, would it not be well that Bell's marriage should be so arranged that the lodging question might not be in any degree complicated by her necessities? This was the last suggestion made by Dr. Crofts, induced no doubt by the great encouragement he had received.

(....) And she made way for him to a chair between her and the wall. Cradell looked half afraid of his fortunes as he took the proffered seat; but he did take it, and was soon secured from any positive physical attack by the strength and breadth of Miss Roper's crinoline.

So many names ! Very detailed and specific information about conversations.

In the evening, the first volume of the French Revolution had been procured, and Lily stuck to her reading with laudable perseverance; till at eight, her mother insisted on her going to bed, queen as she was.