Confidence
by
Henry James
Library of America edition, 1983
It was in the early days of April; Bernard Longueville had been
spending the winter in Rome. He had travelled northward with the
consciousness of several social duties that appealed to him from the
further side of the Alps, but he was under the charm of the Italian
spring, and he made a pretext for lingering. He had spent five days at
Siena, where he had intended to spend but two, and still it was
impossible to continue his journey. He was a young man of a
contemplative and speculative turn, and this was his first visit to
Italy, so that if he dallied by the way he should not be harshly
judged. He had a fancy for sketching, and it was on his conscience to
take a few pictorial notes. There were two old inns at Siena, both of
them very shabby and very dirty. The one at which Longueville had
taken up his abode was entered by a dark, pestiferous arch-way,
surmounted by a sign which at a distance might have been read by the
travellers as the Dantean injunction to renounce all hope. The other
was not far off, and the day after his arrival, as he passed it, he
saw two ladies going in who evidently belonged to the large fraternity
of Anglo-Saxon tourists, and one of whom was young and carried herself
very well. Longueville had
If you know your languages and more especially if you love good literature,
LOGOS LIBRARY gives you the chance to translate whatever you think you do best.